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It's a reflection of our own paranoid dementia that we think they might.
I said in another post that we in the U.S. are all just maggots crawling around in the dead corpse of a superpower. Some of us live under the illusion that we animate it.
A "quick war" you say? Like Iraq or Afghanistan, I'm sure...
Grenada, Panama, those were both within our normal military capabilities. Viet Nam, Iraq, Afghanistan, Iran, Cuba, North Korea, or Venezuela are not.
The Ice was here, the Ice was there, The Ice was all around: It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd-- Like noises of a swound.
At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the Fog it came; And an it were a Christian Soul, We hail'd it in God's name.
The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms, And round and round it flew: The Ice did split with a thunder-fit; The Helmsman steer'd us thro'.
And a good south wind sprung up behind, The Albatross did follow; And every day for food or play Came to the Marinere's hollo!
In mist or cloud on mast or shroud It perch'd for vespers nine, Whiles all the night thro' Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.
"God save thee, ancyent Marinere! "From the fiends that plague thee thus-- "Why look'st thou so?"--with my cross bow I shot the Albatross.
II.
The Sun came up upon the right, Out of the Sea came he; And broad as a weft upon the left Went down into the Sea.
And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet Bird did follow Ne any day for food or play Came to the Marinere's hollo!
And I had done an hellish thing And it would work 'em woe; For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird That made the Breeze to blow.
Ne dim ne red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird That brought the fog and mist. T'was right, said they, such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist.
The breezes blew, the white foam flew, The furrow follow'd free: We were the first that ever burst Into that silent Sea.
Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be And we did speak only to break The silence of the Sea.
All in a hot and copper sky The bloody sun at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon.
Day after day, day after day, We stuck, ne breath ne motion, As idle as a painted Ship Upon a painted Ocean.
Water, water every where And all the boards did shrink; Water, water every where, Ne any drop to drink.
The very deeps did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy Sea.
About, about, in reel and rout The Death-fires danc'd at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green and blue and white.
And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us so: Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us From the Land of Mist and Snow.
And every tongue thro' utter drouth Was wither'd at the root; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot.
Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung.
From The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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