And that implies that there is an effective, fair referee & ringside judges.
Barring that, wipe them out as quickly and cheaply to self as possible, unless they unconditionally surrender.
A war IS about destroying one's ememy, unless one is engaged in an AGRESSIVE war; NOT a defensive war. When attacked, all rules & bets are off.
And, just to keep our heads on straight :) let's not forget that "an aggressive war" and "a just war" are not mutually exclusive terms. Or, to look at it another way, what looks like "an aggressive war" may very well turn out to be a defensive war.
Case in point -- right now, this country is being subjected to what IMO any rational man would understand to be a coordinated series of acts of war. A naval blockade is understood to be an act of war, and what we are experiencing "on the economic front" is really no different -- in result -- from a naval blockade.
We are being destroyed. Strangled to death. The outcome is not in question -- and the methods are not resisted. Our "leaders" will not strike back, however. Instead, they scold US, lecturing us on the need to tighten our belts.
Well, comes a time when the belt has been fully tightened. At that point, we're finished.
It's been said that no one ever wins a defensive war. Be that as it may, I think it's incontrovertible that no one ever wins any war when they refuse to fight, but in lieu of fighting, turn around, and yell at their countrymen that it's time to eat less, drive less, be colder in the winter, and, in short, lengthen the dying process as much as possible.
They seem to be basing this idiocy on the premise that any definitive action on our part would indeed be "an aggressive war" -- but IMO nothing could be further than the truth. A crafy enemy, combined with a gutless "leadership" are in agreement -- it would LOOK like "an aggressive war" if we were to retaliate against the very real acts of war perpetrated against us.
And so, we find ourselves in our present estate, to which I would advise my countrymen to take a good look around yourselves, and remember what you see, because for all their shortcomings, THESE are "the good old days" and we will be hard-pressed to explain to our grandchildren just how good we had it, "back in the good-old-days."
It really doesn't get any sorrier than that, does it. What a pathetic legacy we've had jammed down our throats.
If you think things are "interesting" now, with gasoline toying with the $5/gal level, ask yourself how it'll be when it's at ten, or fifteen, or twenty five dollars a gallon, and heating oil is as precious as gold.
I expect a lot of good Americans will die this winter -- die in their homes, but not comfortably in their beds. They will die the bitter death of hypthermia, and carbon monoxide poisoning, whole families of them, hunched together under blankets and sleeping bags, bent over the charcoal grill in the living room.
A hearty F-U to every political scoundrel who doesn't find THIS prospect worthy of a Congressional Declaration of War.
My family won't freeze -- we have wood and a wood stove -- and, hopefully, we won't starve, either. I am doing what I can with our garden. But I am sick with worry about the millions who are in effect "virtual refugees" in their own land, unaware of what's coming down the pike, heads filled with endless celebrity gossip and similar tripe by the "news" media.