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Dec 2020
War no more. It kills millions and millions and millions. It negates the best in us:  kindness;  compassion:  and most of all, universal love. All those who ****, whether consciously or unwittingly, are mercenaries. Those who never pull a trigger, never drop a bomb, never bayonet a brother profit from atrocities. They make machine guns and sell them. They build bombers and sell shares of stock on Wall Street. Christ turned water into wine. CEOs of killing machines turn blood into fortunes, then build mansions made of murders. They would rather take a life than save one.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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TOD HOWARD HAWKS  80/M/Boulder, CO
(80/M/Boulder, CO)   
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