I cam recall being so vehemently against the war on terror that my pre teen self broke down in tears about it on I think 3 or 4 different occasions. War being declared on Iraq and seeing the initial bombings on TV at my grandma's house after listening in on the way there whether it would happen being on an hour long road trip grandma's house between knowing the war was on and the first strikes occurring just in that time and the size of the explosions, they'd flatten the entire town we just got to, grandma and grandpa wouldn't stand a chance and this machine of devastating capacity to kll that I'd just seen weirded on live TV by the Bush administration that I saw steal an election with no opposition and the target Afghanistan who I knew had nothing o to with the attack at age 10 cause we had a solid 2 weeks where the news was blaming the saudis until Afghanistan became it for whatever reason. By the time Iraq came around a couple year later and probably aided by being Canadian and us doing he bare minimum to not seem French, which had to mean we needed to appease America more than the French and stuff got me where I am. I was gonna say too bad it took so many deaths to get me there, but that's kinda crap, if capitalism wasn't a death machine it wouldn't be a problem.