all this banter is just that banter, as compared to what is going on outside. Eh?
Yes. I don't want people... our people here, especially, who should know better... to become part of what's going on outside. You know what's going on outside, Danny? Brown-skinned Americans who wear head coverings, veils and little ornaments between their eyes, are huddling together in fear. Fear of being beaten, being mobbed, being killed for their looks and their speech.
And with good reason. There is no honorable purpose driving the cry for blood that is rising from this land. It's adrenalin-fueled, and the adrenalin is surging because of fear. How do you kill an enemy you can't see, who strikes at you suddenly from invisibility?
I don't know; thank goodness, it isn't my job to know. I am confident that there are people here who do this stuff for a living, and they know and will act with knowledge. For myself: I know what NOT to do--attack innocent people; nuke entire countries. Behave with just as selfish a motive and as calloused an indifference to innocent parties as my enemies have.
They kill my people, my neighbors. They destroy my government and my culture. But they will not rob me of my dignity, nor of my self-control. Fear and threat will not turn me into a violent, ranting madman abandoning my own carefully chosen standards for living.
There may well come a time for me, personally, to kill. I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't come to that, in the years ahead. I'm ready. I can kill. I can kill calmly, carefully, without second thoughts. I can take my time. I can aim for the heart; for the eyes. I can wait for my enemy.
I don't have to kill my neighbor.
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