The news is a cacophonous mess. On the balance, it’s anger and bravado and threats. No one can be seen as embracing peace or compromise, because that would be weakness.
There’s talk of confrontation, and moving beyond a cold war. Who’s talking, though? How widespread are these hawkish sentiments? Do they seep through an entire population, or are they the property of, largely, a small group of men aching for a fight? If it was up to the citizens, would war happen at all?
Enough of the tail wagging the dog. War is the weakness, a sign of failure, a sad, stupid and unforgivable waste of everything.
Pride indeed goes before a fall. The need to prevail, to be the only right—this is the poison.