We're waist deep in the Big Muddy
and the big fool says to push on
singing about an incident in read more

We're waist deep in the Big Muddy
and the big fool says to push on
singing about an incident in which
marine recruits died driven to their deaths by an officer.

There never was a good war, or a bad peace. -Benjamin Franklin.

There never was a good war, or a bad peace. -Benjamin Franklin.

10 million people marched against the war on 5 continents
in the most united opposition to war ever seen in read more

10 million people marched against the war on 5 continents
in the most united opposition to war ever seen in history.
Not in a single European country was opposition to the war less than 89%.

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression read more

O for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade;
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.

When you find peace within yourself, you become the kind of person who can live at peace with others.

When you find peace within yourself, you become the kind of person who can live at peace with others.

One can always win a war, but how does one conquer peace?

One can always win a war, but how does one conquer peace?

It isn't enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn't enough to believe in it. read more

It isn't enough to talk about peace. One must believe in it. And it isn't enough to believe in it. One must work at it.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

Peace hath her victories, no less renowned than War.

We Are The Living Graves Of Murdered Beasts
We are the living graves of murdered beasts
Slaughtered to satisfy read more

We Are The Living Graves Of Murdered Beasts
We are the living graves of murdered beasts
Slaughtered to satisfy our appetites
We never pause to wonder at our feasts
If animals, like men, can possibly
have rights
We pray on Sundays that we may have light
To guide our footsteps on the path we
tread
We're sick of war We do not want to
fight
The thought of it now fills our hearts with dread
And yet we gorge ourselves upon the dead
Like carrion crows we live and feed on meat
Regardless of the suffering and pain
We cause by doing so. If thus we treat
Defenseless animals for sport or gain
How can we hope in this world to attain
the PEACE we say we are so anxious for
We pray for it o'er hecatombs of slain
To God, while outraging the moral law
Thus cruelty begets its offspring: war.