The other evening when I was traveling home from work, I heard a recording of Black Sabbath's War Pigs on the radio. I was literally moved to tears. You must be thinking that I'm mental to cry over something that kicks ass as much as that song.

Well, before I began my homeward commute I read that people calling themselves the government of the United States are going to launch cruise missiles into Syria. Will launching cruise missiles at the people calling themselves The Government of Syria make the situation better for the people that are not in the service of the people calling themselves The Government of Syria? I hardly think so.

So, in order to force the people calling themselves The Government of Syria from using chemical weapons against those other people in Syria, the people calling themselves The Government of the United States are apparently intent on using Cruise Missiles to force the Government of Syria to stop killing those certain other people in Syria.

It's not like John McCain (calling himself a person in the service of the Government of the United States) wasn't over in Turkey not too long ago meeting with Al Qaeda operatives. Al Qaeda is just one of a host of factions using deadly force in the armed uprising against the people calling themselves The Government of Syria.

What is really upsetting to me about the imminent use of military force by the people calling themselves The Government of the United States against people in Syria, is that these cruise missiles are not going to help. Military intervention by the people calling themselves The Government of the United States is only going to exacerbate the problems now faced by people living in Syria. I mean, really, you probably will see some situations arise where innocent civilians, especially children, will end up like this:

John McCain has stated that the credibility of the Government of the United States has reached its nadir in the Middle East. Perhaps he is right. It is impossible to have less than zero credibility, is it not? There is no way in which military action will be beneficial for the vast majority of American people that are footing the bill for this military excursion, this death cruise in the Mediterranean.

If John McCain and the other sabre rattling beneficiaries of the military-industrial complex have their way, and cruise missiles do enter the fray in this soirée, nothing good will come of it. I have been told to judge things by the fruit that they bear. John McCain's fruit smells like death.

Have you ever intervened in a fight between two or more people that were determined to fight no matter what? Take my brother and I. My brother and I are exactly four and a half years apart. My brother was much bigger than me for much of my growing up years, of course. My brother and would engage in what old farts call horseplay or roughhousing. If I initiated the roughhousing, and my brother got out of hand in his retaliation, my mother might stop him from retaliating against me. But what if she hadn't? Would he have killed me?

Despite the many fisticuffs that my brother and I have entered into over the years, we still remain friends, and good ones at that. Sadly, we don't get to spend too much time together now, due to familial obligations to the ladies in our lives.

Thankfully, however serious the problems between us, he and I have always been able to put our differences aside. We love and support each other as much as we can from 2,346 miles away. I don't know if the same can be said for our brothers and sisters in Syria. Can they come to such an amicable reconciliation as my brother and I? I certainly hope so.

Let's draw another familial comparison through this anecdote: The year was 1999 and the people calling themselves the Government of the United States were engaged in a different internal conflict in the former Yugoslavia. The place was Fort Lou's Truck Stop, in Lebanon, New Hampshire. My brother and a few friends had had a fine evening of entertaining in our downtown apartment, and sought to refresh ourselves by indulging in the delights that are late night breakfast food at Lou's.

My brother and I were seated on one side of a booth in the diner. On the other side of the booth, were a couple of rather large gentlemen we were acquainted with. While we were awaiting our order, something peculiar occurred. My party were all laughing heartily over a story that was being shared. Then out of the blue, the laughter stopped. The reason: a slice of orange had fallen out of the sky and landed upon my cheek. I quickly rose from my seat, the other members of our party following suit. All traces of the recent myrth we had shared had been wiped from our face like so much maple syrup.

I asked in a loud voice: "Who threw this orange?"

No one answered.

My voice raised, "Who hit me in the face with this fucking orange?"

Directly behind me, a hear a sheepish voice coming from some pencil neck freshman pinhead from Dartmouth, stuttering: "Uh... I did. I didn't mean to hit you!"

I bet his bowels were quaking at the prospect of getting his ass kicked by the five of us rather large ladds in barn coats.

Luckily, the events that unfolded at Lou's that evening were paralleled by the events that unfolded in Belgrade, Serbia on May 7, 1999. On that evening, a bombing raid directed by the Central Intelligence Agency killed three Chinese reporters and 20 other civilians as American guided missiles struck and destroyed the embassy of The People's Republic of China in Belgrade, Serbia. By so doing, the unnecessary military intervention in the breakup of Yugoslavia by the people calling themselves The Government of the United States directly threatened the United States' own national security by angering a country with a nuclear arsenal. Thankfully, there was neither escalation by either the Chinese, nor the large gentlemen in Barn Coats.

How many times can the American military press their luck before we all end up losers on the Game Show Network of life?