(April 19, 2017 at 4:01 pm)Gawdzilla Sama Wrote: The "whole idea" was to hurt ISIS. There may be a side benefit to that of "don't fuck around with us", but we just get more haters in the process, so that's not necessarily a positive.
But if you mean Lord Orange Marmalade is nobody to fuck around with I would suggest a survey of opinions outside the US, where he's viewed as the most dangerous man in the world right now by a fair number of serious observers.
Okay your initial statement seemed to imply that I disagreed that we hurt ISIS, which I don't.
If your argument is that the main point of the bomb was to "hurt ISIS" I have a few questions for you.
Why did we choose to use the largest non nuclear weapon in history to kill under 50 people?
Don't you think there is a more effective way (cost wise and tactically) to target such a small number of soldiers...?
Especially considering that I'm sure we're aware of where many ISIS camps are...
You really don't see how that is just a "look at how big our dick is" move...?
This is chess, not checkers. We didn't pull out a bomb of that cost and size to kill 36 people holed up in a mountain. That's just silly. The 36 deaths, if anything, is the P.S. at the end of the letter.
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
