Maturity

Maturity is a myth. I'm talking about the notion that as you age you somehow become a more civil, wise and calm person. And it is also sort of assumed that this happens by default, that on average an adult would have their life more in order than an infant who has just recently shit their diapers. But this is completely bogus. You don't become something that could be deemed mature without effort.

An adult argument is just a playground conflict with more money and weapons involved. Most people have the same amount of reasoning at 77 as they did when they were 7. There are only a million examples of this, just read the newspaper.

But I think the greatest example comes from the world wars. What the hell was everyone thinking? I find World War 1 to be very puzzling as it managed to happen without a obvious nutjob like Adolf Hitler running the show. I'm not the most well read historian so I'm not exactly sure who was the real shit disturber in the whole deal, but nevertheless the whole event was completely goofy. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it wasn't if any of those countries weren't getting along just fine, or had something to gain by invading another. It was a classic "my dad can beat up your dad" statement made by supposedly civilized people.

None of the disputes going on in the world right now have any aspect of maturity whatsoever. All hatred involved is totally baseless and is passed on from generation to generation in a childish cycle. At some point in time, who cares if someone did your great grandfather an injustice. If you don't have the capacity to forget, all your time will be consumed by anger. Nobody lives long enough to sort out all the past issues of the world. There would be a lot of who beat up who's dad and who owes who a gumball to make up for it. In fact, the world would do a lot better if the UN was run by a bunch of kids. But it basically is, it's just the kids wear suits, are overpaid, think they are smarter than the average bear and are consumed by the interests of their respective kindergarden posse. So it's hard to say whether diplomacy will ever amount to anything other than who is holding the largest stone calls the shots.

Just look at North Korea. Some crazy dude named Kim, who can barely feed his own people and seems to be completely out to lunch about everything, is receiving a lot of attention from world powers. Why? He might have some nukes. He might throw some rocks at the rest of us. Nobody would talk to this fucking guy otherwise! If I was Kim, I'd change my name to Susan and build as many damn nukes as I could. Developing intercontinental ballistic missles would be beyond my means, but to get some really whacky radioactive shit going on wouldn't be too hard. After that's all done, I'd phone up the White House, and pull the classic suicide bomber move. Either you give me a bunch of foreign aid or I'll blow myself up. If that fails I'll just say I'm going to slap a nuke on some crappy ship and send it sailing east. I'd have all the superpowers by the bag and they couldn't really do much about it. The world is one big sandbox. Bring a bat.