On cowards
Give a coward a gun and he is the king of the world. The coward’s fantasy – to be all powerful and not risk life or limb. The will to power. Well, cowards need to feel good too. I sympathize with them. They, like me, are human, all too human. We all want to feel safe and sound. Our means of doing so aren’t always in our own best interest. Reason only pops in when we are in the deepest of holes we have dug for ourselves, and always too late.
Give a coward an army and he will gleefully sic it on the rest of the world, spew the word “exceptionalism” and accuse those who oppose him of treason. How can he do that? Because he is not any old coward, he is a coward with an ARMY. His own military service is nil. But so what? He is a coward with an ARMY. And of course he will impose his religion on the world. Beware of a coward with an army. He will call himself courageous. Courage, according to Orwell, is cowardice (with an ARMY). He will call his antagonists cowards (without an army) and traitors. He will torture with aplomb and murder with gleesome alacrity. Those who oppose him are weak. How can one outreason a coward with an army? The reasoning of a coward is infallible, just as long as he has an ARMY.