All this talk of the number of dead is morbid in its ability to distract and render a subject of such magnitude and importance to the dry bland realm of statistics.
If you were sitting in your yard, hearing the approach of jets from the west as a deployed cluster bomb floated downward and gently lit upon the head of your 6 year old child 50 feet from you; and smelling the smoke and feeling the wetness of his/her blood and flesh as it sailed through the air, there would only be the number 1 in your mind. 1 death that stood out above any other. The many thousands would matter little. Each death is the number 1.
The death of one innocent child through the mechanism of a weapon that I helped pay for is 1 death to many.
Fuck war. Fuck warmongers.
And a double fuck you to the “love thy brother as thyself protect the lives of the born and the unborn Christians” who do not step forward in mass to end warfare.
The New York Herald Sun 