Hatred cures loneliness; it will be lonely without the prime time war. Hopefully there will be some sensational murder trial with graphic tragedy for us all to unite to oppose or some new health menace to keep us hostile. Without it loneliness and despair, staring at the dark nights, the magazine shows with blech human interest stories. War is the friend of the lonely; it unites us with community, gives us purpose, a clearly defined evil. It gives us community in our lonely rooms, in the flickering cathode light. War is a noble porno and your friends, your confidants are those who beat the drum. Those clearly focused talking heads, those that pursue a truth without getting weak-kneed about lying, about bending the truth or changing the rationale for war, your stalwart hate buddies that value you, the ignored. You the wage slave, you the patriot, the forgotten man; and your hate buddies will stoke your anger and your fear and motivate you to spread the invective, the disquiet, the distrust that will keep us in war mode, that will keep us in compliance with the ultimate noble divine goal: world dominance in a Christian domain. Amen.