It is an awful thing when your people are attacked by your enemies; when your young and your old are helplessly slaughtered inside the trap of useless shelters; when your women are raped with knives and nails; when the massive army of your tiny country somehow manages to somehow show up 6 hours too late; truly such savagery necessitates swift Justice!

And yet. You then instead attack their helpless people in your turn. Mercilessly, do you bomb their hospitals, their schools, and all their homes, and, when they, in terror, obey you— mothers and suckling babes— and flee along the refugee routes that you yourself have designated. You then bomb those as well!

You claim it is your armed Enemy that you hunt, and that it is not Your fault that they then hide among their helpless people. How ingenious your Enemy, to force you to so openly commit all the same atrocities of which you accuse them. And in such scope- to the tenth power!

For do not bombs perform the same brutality as blades and bullets, but, with yet more force? Surely you, the righteous, who celebrate among the ruins of a thousand-thousand lives, are not to blame for slaying the helpless innocents of another tribe, who so thoughtlessly dared to exist upon the pathway of your vengeance? What matter their women and their babes? They are not one of yours—the Chosen tribe. Did not the Godly heroes of your fables perform examples of extinction far more severe? Surely the only thought to spare those Other wretches is what the rest of the world—which dauntlessly supports your armies might make of this? But that is also a small matter. Since your grandmothers suffered, a lifetime ago, you never hesitate to play the card of constant victimhood, even as it is now the jackboots of Your righteous troopers who stomp upon the decimated lives of your inferiors.

“But what of future vengeance of your victims?” Some may idly wonder. “Oh, worry not,” You reply. The likes of Genghis and his chosen tribe have long since shown us That final solution: simply do not leave enough alive in the wake of your glorious conquests, and then your children will not need fret of retribution.

And so, it goes. The tender rules and mercies of modernity once violated by some brute may then be cast aside by all of you as well. How noble a God’s crusader you must appear, avenging yourself upon the helpless children! Good thing they will not grow to repeat your mistakes. Your “kindness” does indeed bring tears upon my cheeks.