twenty-seven years and one million words
Looking at a recent photo of me, I can't help but notice that I'm looking creased and haggard. And more grey. Also, more flabby. I'm .. I'm geting old!
Well, beats the alternative. And hell, you can't help your body getting old, but you can still do child-like things like wear a baby's bib and pretend to be refusing your food.
Or so it would seem.
Note, 2020.01.02: Bwahahaha!
Naturally the common people don't want war: Neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.