Come To The Cabaret, Old Chum

By Eric Le Roy

Content 18+ The gray days turn now to early darkness – light-swallowing afternoons that have me leaving the apartment with my dogs when it is still daylight and returning 30 minutes later to sudden winds and the pitch black of precocious night. These afternoons end quicker than friendships when talking about places like Russia and Ukraine, Israel and Palestine. Believe me, I know.

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The Allure of War: A Paradox of the Unblooded Mind

Content 18+ There is a peculiar irony in the human mind’s ability to romanticize destruction. War, with its triumphant horns, glittering banners, and endless parade of heroes in history books, captivates those who have never had the misfortune of meeting it face-to-face. To the dreamer, war is a romantic spectacle—a grand clash of wills, a stage where heroes are forged, and where history strides forward in noble boots.

But to … Read the rest

The Mechanism of Manipulation: How War Turns Men into Pawns

Content 18+ When examining war, it is essential to strip away the romanticism and nationalist fervor that so often clouds our thinking. War, when reduced to its basic components, is a highly organized system of destruction, one that operates with cold efficiency to achieve the goals of those in power. And at the heart of this system is the soldier—an individual, once rational and capable of thought, transformed into … Read the rest

The Rational Monster and Our Future Beyond Destruction

Content 18+ Eric, your critique on my previous post is sharp and direct. While you raise discomforting truths, I believe they point to only part of the picture. You argue that war is not the irrational malfunction of human society but rather a deeply calculated, coldly rational endeavor. You’re right—on a superficial level, war has always served clear purposes: power, resources, dominance. But herein lies the flaw in your argument. … Read the rest

The Rational Monster

 

By Eric Le Roy

Aubade by Louis MacNeice

Having bitten on life like a sharp apple

Or, playing it like a fish, been happy,

Having felt with fingers that the sky is blue,

What have we after that to look forward to?

Not the twilight of the gods but a precise dawn

of sallow and grey bricks, and newsboys crying war.

 

Content 18+ Years ago my generation was … Read the rest