War or Peace or illusion

Some sobering facts about Yemen: GDP per capita In 2014 per day = $2.
Literacy rate 40% for females and 77% for females.
And that's before this genocidal war even began. The rich, gluttonous, good for nothing but excrement and offal Gulf Arabs - with our high-tech weapons and cluster bombs and support - have been bombing the poorest Arabs. Can you imagine living on that WITHOUT bombs, proudly made by uncle Sam and the UK, being dropped on your head for 10 months?. These prople are so poor, on the brink of starvation, so let's drop bombs on them and we'll call it mercy. Alleluia, praise the lord. How can our government particpate in such atrocities, in our names? Who is profiteering from these perpetual wars? ...
Since WWII we have been at war. Only one president never fired a missile or drop a bomb, he went on to become a great humanitarian with a cultivated soul that inspires the world. Jimmy Carter is not just a good man, but a great human being! Jimmy Carter did not kill.
We really need to stop enabling the killings of colored people. Poor people need schools and clinics and water and food - not bombs. I wrote to the president, in vain of course, on multiple occasions to at least stop supporting this war. Am still waiting for a reply.

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