Danged indeed,. Big Bobert. This surely is the hootenannyfrom hell, and there probably will be blood on the sand before it is over. Arms and legs, too, no longer attached. Some human brain fragments, once supporting something resembling thought. Families without parents, and children in endless grief -- who may well grow up seeking to revenge their clans, BTW. Hot steel fragments opening intestines to the daylight and bones snapping under the weight of collapsing buildings. Inconsolable widows.

Hot blood and ruined human guts. And lots and lots of pure, screaming, unstopping, unconscionable pain.

This is what is being discussed here.

Let's face that part of it squarely, while we sling our cool, abstract polysyllables around on points of policy.

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