When all I held in my hand was seven billion people and their interaction with the ecosystem we call Earth, I felt powerful.
Now I'm so humble I can't put on a shirt in the morning without thanking the operator of the stitching machine that made the label inside the shirt collar.
When you see what's bigger than you, you can go after intolerance with joy and abandon.
I wanted my Me'ican drug cartel friends to put aside violence but they didn't so I get to divert resources from chasing the so-called al qaeda operatives to go after the bandito bad guys.
Have you ever seen a modern, well-trained military take out a village of rebellious criminals and their sympathisers?
I am not happy talking about intolerance, having a solar system to get up and operational as a next step in... well, one step at a time.
However, I need the intelligence and stability of my neighbours to the south to stage that next step.
My military friends will not occupy foreign lands. They will assist those in need, 'foreign' an antiquated word in this one world sociopolitical system we may or may not recognise.
Adios, amigos. I gave you fair warning. Now I won't be able to protect you from any scorched earth policies that modern warfare uses to eliminate intolerance.
Nothing like a little black ops in the backyard for exercise.
Sweet dreams!
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