Spiderman
Veteran Member
I had a dream last night I was in Ukraine. It was getting attacked and I was concerned about our biggest plane getting blown up and recreating a bigger one. That dream was no doubt inspired by @Debater Slayer mentioning the biggest plane in the world destroyed.
I don't remember the dream very well.
But I remember violence and a guy falling down a flight of stairs, breaking bones, and he had no medical care.
That is one reason why war sucks! I'm not too disturbed by someone dying instantly. I mean that sucks, but if a nuclear weapon or bomb or missile lands on my head, I welcome it. I really don't care.
But in war, people get paralyzed for life, burned from head to toe, their ear drums bleed from loud noises and explosions, lose hearing, permanent PTSD, people go blind from shrapnel, people get blisters in their lungs and burn all over from mustard gas, people get limbs amputated!
War sucks!
I can't imagine! I have had many broken bones! We are talking, so many that I lost count...broken ribs, broken back in two places, broken arm, broken shoulder, fractured knee, broken pelvis, two torn meniscuses, torn acl, arm came out of socket five times!
But I had surgeons put me back together and give me diladid and ketamine injections which felt great! People on the battle field hear loud noises, see their friends die and get mutilated, maybe lose the battle and get captured, humiliated, tortured more, starved, denied medical care for weeks, months, maybe even years!
Imagine how the Indians (Native Americans/indigenous people, whatever the politically correct term is), dealt with injuries. Europeans were mean to them, but before Europeans showed up they were killing each other. Look at the Aztecs (Central America). Before the Spaniards showed up, they were conquering other tribes and sacrificing them on top of their pyramids to their Gods.
Their priests would wear scary masks, terrify the victim, people would be pounding drums while the priest cut out the heart while it was still beating, then cut of arms and legs, roll the head down a flight of stairs, and sometimes eat the human flesh afterwards.
I studied that stuff when I was in fifth grade and it has haunted me ever since!
Also, when Natives weren't getting killed by each other or white settlers, they were hunting buffalo and doing risky things where your bones can get broken! How did the Natives fix broken bones or all the agonizing injuries that can afflict a person living like that?
How did they remove cancerous tumors or prevent or treat frostbite, and what about plumbing or toilet paper or tampons? It sounds like total Hell!
It makes me angry that we could have a God create so many creatures who must live in total agony, because I have had many broken bones and physical beatings, and couldn't imagine not being treated for it!
I would love to be pro-life, because I believe I was a baby in my mother's womb, (and you were an unborn baby once), and my mother was told to get an abortion, because she was in med school when she got pregnant with me.
But how can I be pro-life, when I have lived in institutions, correctional facilities, detention centers, and multiple impoverished ghettos, and seen how poorly God treats people, he doesn't show that he loves them, that he cares about their suffering, and they often just suffer torture and die tragically anyway!??
Maybe it would have been better if they (myself included) just died in their mother's womb?
I don't remember the dream very well.
But I remember violence and a guy falling down a flight of stairs, breaking bones, and he had no medical care.
That is one reason why war sucks! I'm not too disturbed by someone dying instantly. I mean that sucks, but if a nuclear weapon or bomb or missile lands on my head, I welcome it. I really don't care.
But in war, people get paralyzed for life, burned from head to toe, their ear drums bleed from loud noises and explosions, lose hearing, permanent PTSD, people go blind from shrapnel, people get blisters in their lungs and burn all over from mustard gas, people get limbs amputated!
War sucks!
I can't imagine! I have had many broken bones! We are talking, so many that I lost count...broken ribs, broken back in two places, broken arm, broken shoulder, fractured knee, broken pelvis, two torn meniscuses, torn acl, arm came out of socket five times!
But I had surgeons put me back together and give me diladid and ketamine injections which felt great! People on the battle field hear loud noises, see their friends die and get mutilated, maybe lose the battle and get captured, humiliated, tortured more, starved, denied medical care for weeks, months, maybe even years!
Imagine how the Indians (Native Americans/indigenous people, whatever the politically correct term is), dealt with injuries. Europeans were mean to them, but before Europeans showed up they were killing each other. Look at the Aztecs (Central America). Before the Spaniards showed up, they were conquering other tribes and sacrificing them on top of their pyramids to their Gods.
Their priests would wear scary masks, terrify the victim, people would be pounding drums while the priest cut out the heart while it was still beating, then cut of arms and legs, roll the head down a flight of stairs, and sometimes eat the human flesh afterwards.
I studied that stuff when I was in fifth grade and it has haunted me ever since!
Also, when Natives weren't getting killed by each other or white settlers, they were hunting buffalo and doing risky things where your bones can get broken! How did the Natives fix broken bones or all the agonizing injuries that can afflict a person living like that?
How did they remove cancerous tumors or prevent or treat frostbite, and what about plumbing or toilet paper or tampons? It sounds like total Hell!
It makes me angry that we could have a God create so many creatures who must live in total agony, because I have had many broken bones and physical beatings, and couldn't imagine not being treated for it!
I would love to be pro-life, because I believe I was a baby in my mother's womb, (and you were an unborn baby once), and my mother was told to get an abortion, because she was in med school when she got pregnant with me.
But how can I be pro-life, when I have lived in institutions, correctional facilities, detention centers, and multiple impoverished ghettos, and seen how poorly God treats people, he doesn't show that he loves them, that he cares about their suffering, and they often just suffer torture and die tragically anyway!??
Maybe it would have been better if they (myself included) just died in their mother's womb?