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Originally posted by jlc163
wars make whole countries richer.
Originally posted by jlc163
But think, even as far back as our colonial seperation from the UK (really, even further) this type of profiteering happens. That's why, if handled right, wars make whole countries richer.
Originally posted by df1
Originally posted by jlc163
wars make whole countries richer.
Balderdash, all countries are made of individuals and the vast majority of these individuals are not made richer by war.
Originally posted by jlc163
1. Who the hell runs the friggen countries?
2. Who provides job, those with money or those without?
I said nothing about the individuals that get ground under the big corporation's foot, as they were TOTALLY IRRELEVANT TO MY COMMENT.
My hometown econmy is benefitting financially from this war, thank you very much, and I mean the middle class. We're still an oil based economy.
Again, I don't really care.
Originally posted by LazarusTheLong
and in regards to war profiteers... here is some info on how some of the legacys started...
Munition Maker
I am the Cannon King, behold!
I perish on a throne of gold.
With forest far and turret high,
Renowned and rajah-rich am I.
My father was, and his before,
With wealth we owe to war on war;
But let no potentate be proud . . .
There are no pockets in a shroud.
By nature I am mild and kind,
To gentleness and ruth inclined;
And though the pheasants over-run
My woods I will not touch a gun.
Yet while each monster that I forge
Thunders destruction form its gorge.
Death's whisper is, I vow, more loud . . .
There are no pockets in a shroud.
My time is short, my ships at sea
Already seem like ghosts to me;
My millions mock me I am poor
As any beggar at my door.
My vast dominion I resign,
Six feet of earth to claim is mine,
Brooding with shoulders bitter-bowed . . .
There are no pockets in a shroud.
Dear God, let me purge my heart,
And be of heaven's hope a part!
Flinging my fortune's foul increase
To fight for pity, love and peace.
Oh that I could with healing fare,
And pledged to poverty and prayer
Cry high above the cringing crowd:
"Ye fools! Be not Mammon cowed . . .
There are no pockets in a shroud."
--- Robert Service, 1874–1958
Poetry of Robert Service
Originally posted by jsobecky
The legacys started way before that... back in the bronze age or whatever. Here, the Gatling gun and Colt revolver were some of the first weapons dynastys.
The only thing different today is the technology used.