My prayers are with Syria. I can't fathom people blowing up other people. I wish I could physically do something to help stop it. We can't be wise people while this kind of violence and oppression takes place in our world. Doesn't matter if it's not happening to us, it's happening to someone. Someone is being injured or killed, or having loved ones blown up right in front of them. These are people that have feelings and emotions, joys and struggles, just like we do. I don't like military, and I don't like how big of a budget they have, but I would fully support any effort that our military made to free the people of Syria from their gov't. There are people being murdered, as I type this; lives are being lost. Real people, humans, thinking and feeling, people. Someone who if you met you'd want to be friends with.
I'd also invite people to count how many background people are killed in your favorite, and not so favorite, action movies. And contemplate that those represent real people, who you just watched being shot down or vaporized.
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