Stop or end?

 Stopping a war (indefinitely) doesn't mean ending it forever, resolving it, or exhausting the conflict!?

I wonder how many years you have to stop a war to be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize: a month, six months, a year, two years, and so on!?

Trump probably knows this, is well aware of it, so he swatts every war he comes across like flies on a window with a newspaper. Maybe one won't recover and will die forever?

Or does Donald consider himself a leading contender for the prize solely based on the number of wars he's stopped, the more the better?

Can you imagine, at the current rate, by the end of his presidency, he'll be able to confidently say, "I stopped hundreds of wars, kudos to me, and you've unfairly abandoned me, overlooking my heroic efforts!"

 Donya, forgive me, of course, but it would be better if you could eliminate the causes of wars and strife on Earth altogether, so that they wouldn't constantly, with tedious regularity, pop up like pimples on a soft spot, in this idiotic, absurd world, which is precisely why it's idiotic!?

But there once was a man on Earth who knew how to stop absolutely all wars on Earth forever, but it's not fashionable to return to him now, like he, that is, his ideas, once considered brilliant, are outdated and won't work now!?

But, of course, you can throw stones at the past, but could it be that by throwing stones at the past, we throw them into the future, and they will hit us very hard on the head in time!?

 Although, looking around the world now, I clearly see that these stones we threw are already beginning to beat so that soon we, humanity, will definitely be looking for the fifth corner... and with our last breath we will certainly remember that man and his prophetic ideas, but it will be too late, nuclear blood dust does not cough up... it buries alive, and everyone without exception, indiscriminately, whether you are rich or poor... You sit in a bunker, whiling away your last days, or run from the gray radioactive cloud along your street unprotected... you run, losing your last strength, to nowhere, stumbling and falling...


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