søndag 25. juli 2004

The War Arena - A Circus For Everyone

If I could ask the world leaders of today, just one thing. I would have asked; If you have to make wars, for whatever reason you may have or invent, either to boost your manhood or because you think you can help people; can you please not use bombs? And can you get rid of all those nuclear weapons that you store? It wouldn't make the world more peaceful, it wouldn't make it perfect or good. But it would mean a lot to the civilians. To the little man. It would show patience, respect and decency. And when a child is hurt, lose it's family and are damaged for life, could the leaders please say something about it? Take off twenty minutes of their precious time, to say a few words about those kids. It would mean a lot. Because despite of all the faults in humanity, it would show a tiny bit of empathy in the powerful men.

And lets imagine, think creatively and talk about military. Because although I am not very fond of military, some people are. So. My country is suppose to have a defence military. This military is more or less used to help attack militaries, such as the one they have in the USA. Many people here see that our military isn't very effective. Because we are a small country, with more trees than people. We couldn't possibly defend ourself with this military. If small territories want to be stronger in warfare, if this is so darn important to us, then we must abolish the small countries militaries. And we could create one shared military between Europe. This military will be a defence military. It will be a defence for all the European countries. People would volunteer to join. But there would be no silly medals or country honour, instead we would stand together. We would work to expand this military further, to make it global. We would not help any attack military in it's wars. We would not store or use nuclear weapons and we would not work with countries that store it. The attack militaries, supernations and other terror governments would globally lose the respect they earlier demanded, because the defence military had grown bigger. For their own good, they would eventually give up the pride and ego and become a member of the global defence military. All countries who shared this global defence military, would also automatically be a member or the War Crime Court. This court would convict political leaders and soldiers. Fair and square.

If things got really bad, nasty or if we just got bored and needed some good old fashioned action, we had huge arenas, a gladiator type of arena. Maybe we could use the sports arenas they use for the Olympics? Yeah. All countries that were a member of the global defence military, would have such an arena. We would use billions of money to make these sports arenas bigger and better. Billions I say. Then we would challenge countries to dual in them. Every year we would vote for it. Who should fight, when and why.

The battle reasons would mostly be political. Or because it was the holidays and we really had nothing better to do. But often, it would just be for the pure joy of bestiality and bloodshedding.

The opponents would be of a wide variety. Mostly consisting of; world leaders and their henchmen, terrorists of all flavours, politicians, soldiers, strange fruitcakes, hippies gone bad, serial killers, clowns and some jailed criminals that just wanted to get out on a Sunday.

In these arenas there would be performed beheadings, shootings, knifings, rapings, hangings, torturings, fryings, gasings and recruitrings too. And all things old old and traditional. Some new stuff too.

Naturally there would be a few tiny rules trowned in there, now and then. Just to frame it in. Because all good soups need spice. So, there would be red and green card rule throwers with Bibles, Korans, Gone With The Winds, Mein Kampfs, Kojikis, Book of Mormons, 1984s, Tanakhs, The Lord Of The Rings, Books Of Deads, Book of Shadows books. And a lot of other good and cheesy fiction. They would put it right. And wrong. And whatever.

Overall, it would be a nice blend, of old fashioned brutal violence and modern methods. Because afterwards the survivors would have to shake hands and leave the arenas peacefully. The wounded and dead wouldn't receive any special honor status, the families would get no compensation. But to satisfy the large majority, and to collect even more money to build the arenas, there would be sold tokens, buttons, flags and useless little nonsense for everyone who saw the fighters as martyrs and heroes. And there would be candy and toys for the kids. And collect cards of course, just like the football type of cards.

When asked to fight. A fierce little man such as Saddam, would not be able to resist the proposition. He wouldn't risk being mocked by his colleagues. And the bull called Bush would automatically be added. For him, it would all be a harmonious game of power, God, good tie's and American glitter. And we know that a lot of Americans love the sircus, and this one, would be a great one for everyone. Sometimes we could also add a few mini bombs in there too. Just because you know, some boys love bombs and sometimes we would get really angry. So angry, that a bomb or two would make the day. And it would be understandable. Perhaps, if the weather was bad. A mini bomb for everyone in the audience to throw into the pit. Put up posters: "Come one, come all, beach weather is bad, but there's a great match tonight and bombs for all in the War Arena!" And the civilians who didn't want to participate, could safely enjoy the extreme violence, from their television sets at home. Or just turn off their sets and go have a picnic.

This would be a world for everyone. And hell, I think we are really for it!

Sure, it would not be perfect. There would be corruption, violence and abuse. And fits. Terrible fits. Particularly outside the War Arenas after a match. But kids, high-strung folks, sickly folks, the elderly folks and the pets could just stay indoors those evenings. It would not be a golden place. But at least it would give some space for the flower pickers, as well as the bomb freak geeks.