The lightness of dissolute heartlessness

For those who are far from war, both spatially and emotionally, war is still something else, in more pathological cases even a kind of easy (and above all safe) diversion, something like a video game.

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There are no good and bad wars - all are bad, and there are no easy and hard wars - all are hard. As for those who fight, so much more for those who are being fought over, and whom no one asks about anything, and they still carry their head on their shoulders by accident, and can lose it at any time.

For those who are far from war, both spatially and emotionally, war is still something else, in more pathological cases even a kind of easy (and above all safe) distraction, something like a video game. No, it's not that they don't understand the basic difference between a game and war - namely, that war is really bloody and bloody real; on the contrary, this clear difference excites and encourages them. It is, therefore, something like when you cheer in the stands of a stadium: you follow a match in which you do not personally participate, but you are wholeheartedly committed to one team and against the other. With the fact that everyone returns home alive from the game, while with war it's not like that at all. To that extent, for a certain type of voyeur, the adrenaline that active observation of the war from the lee gives them is more precious.

All this does not mean, again, that all wars are the same in everything. It is one thing, for example, when one country attacks another with the intention of subjugating it, or at least dismembering it, and in any case to seize and appropriate as much of its territory, population, and resources as possible. It is not, even viewed from a distance that imposes a certain caution and modesty on drawing conclusions, particularly complicated, the case is clear enough (although the nuances should never be neglected).

When, however, the same land is inhabited, each with full rights of this or that form and source, by two human communities that never succeed either in agreeing to live together in peace, or in separating so that neither is defeated and wiped out, then there is no simplicity there. It is a tragedy over which, if it is impossible to remain silent, every word should be weighed, because words then become wild and go viral, and affect the innocent and the weak and the victims, and everyone - except the executioner - is a victim in such wars.

The new round of horrors that is happening in Israel, from the Gaza Strip to the border with Lebanon, is an example of a tragedy that takes away a person's breath, and with it the power of speech; and that, too often turns out like that, is perhaps even better, because from those who easily and quickly regain their breath and speak, the kind of horrible words come out that only increase the amount of misery in the world, degrading all humanity.

It's like that in many places in the world, and it's like that here: people sit stretched out in their armchairs and ring their phones in order to announce to the whole world their salutary solution to a problem that they pretend concerns them and about which they are convinced that something about it - listen, something: everything! - they know and understand. And the solution is mainly that one or the other should somehow be eliminated, removed, neutralized as household pests, and immediately we will all be better off, even those of us who are thousands of kilometers away because, brother, it is all connected in one way or another, so that is well known.

There is also a terrible cynicism written into it, the cynicism of a coward who always keeps his personal ass safe, since his ass is the most precious because it is the organ with which he thinks. From that ass, which to an uninformed observer can look like a head, come out ingenious and saving ideas and proposals, and that cynical, actually nihilistic mind does not ask about the human cost of their implementation, because humanity only comes to mind when they are directly threatened. And it hasn't been like that since yesterday: didn't they, for example, watch how for three years Sarajevo was burning and starving and thirsty and freezing, how children and old people, girls and boys were dying, while they were "geopolitically" clever, only that they social networks were benches in front of the cooperative store, clubs of local communities and suburban pranks. Until the planes thundered over their heads, and they shouted: hey, it can't be like that, someone else will get hurt!

Now, that "someone" is far away again, so the dissolute heartlessness is once again in full, carefree swing.


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