War is delectable; it is so crunchy on the teeth. Here we have the highest expression of the human spirit. Only on the battlefield can man struggle for the glory that is his destiny. Honor descends on him astride the incoming round that blows him to bits. He dies knowing that in some place, at some time, someone will carve his name in marble and his memory will endure from generation unto generation, all the days of his life. For the warrior there is the honor of the shattered limb and the glory of disfigurement.
Though the suffering remains constant, the face of war has changed. Once, wars were waged to be won; now they are waged to go on and on. Nothing spoils a good war like victory. All wars are a source of funding and actually winning one can only have a negative impact on our economy. War is America's economic steroid.
War plays an important political role, as well. The corporatist state needs frighened drones to function efficiently. A nation tolerates war because it is afraid, and a frightened public is more willing to lose a freedom here and a freedom there, all for the sake of security.
War is our friend, George. The next time you and Jesus sit down for a hand or two of Texas Holdem, ask him to keep the Iraq enterprise bubbling a bit longer. Your defense contractors will thank you for it.