Fart!

I've been so off.  Y'know I'm learning English as I go and all along, I had this weird and totally offbeat picture in my head that peace meant that there was no fighting, people getting along, no hunger, no rioting...that kinda thing.  Kinda like a Grateful Dead concert without the high ticket prices, drunken fights, people begging for tickets, caustic tie dye stench or paramilitary security goons beating the hell out of the deadheads for smoking a joint.

I guess peace means explosions, dismemberment, death, lying, payoffs, bullets flying, suicide bombers blowing up folks during afternoon tea, amputations, blood, guts, black and red and heat...incredible heat.

I think I need to consult my dictionary on this one. 

PRH