Words and Deeds
The great disconnect
Looking at the barbarity and brutality unfolding across the world AGAIN, I find it incongruous that we can speak. We ought to be confined to grunts, groans, and growls, since that’s all we’re saying anyway. All the fancy babble we decorate it in has not the slightest effect on what we are going to do and be done to. The tank grinds ahead with or without garlands.
You would think that our species would have evolved by now from using wooden clubs and pointy sticks?
We just have bigger ones.
I would blame it all on testosterone in the male species, but there are some pretty big female Hawks out there too.
I watched The Accountant 2 last night, dumb but fun, and there are some people who just like to fight, physically. I think it must make them feel powerful. That rush of adreneline.