I hear what you're saying, Kaczynski, and I agree with it, but
we're in Voltaire's trap as much as any other person who has served
in the military: "I may not agree with a word you say, but I will
defend to the death your right to say it".
At times like this, a useful mantra may be found in Rudyard
Kipling's "Tommy":
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o'beer,
The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an' to myself sez I:
O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away";
But it's ``Thank you, Mister Atkins,'' when the band begins to
play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play,
O it's ``Thank you, Mr. Atkins,'' when the band begins to
play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord! they'll shove me in the
stalls!
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, wait
outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the
tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the troopship's on the
tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper's on the
tide.
Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, an' they're starvation cheap;
An' hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin' in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy how's yer
soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to
roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to
roll.
We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards
too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you;
An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints:
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints;
While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, fall
be'ind,"
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in
the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's trouble in the
wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when there's trouble in the
wind.
You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an' fires an'
all:
We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us rational.
Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but prove it to our
face
The Widow's Uniform is not the soldier-man's disgrace.
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the
brute!"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country," when the guns begin to
shoot;
An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please;
But Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool - you bet that Tommy sees!
At the end of the day, you know you're a better man than Ayukat,
not only for the skills that you have kept an open mind to learn,
but also for that fact that you know better than to throw your toys
out of the pram like an impetuous child. Also, never argue with an
idiot - he'll drag you down to his level and beat you with
experience. 
