War is peace? Yeah, that was my point. Nice reading job.
The communist states were all Soviet satellites, so they were not separate entities. They were on the same team. Also, a lot of them collapsed. Plus, communist states were unjustifiable agressors against nations that they took over and oppressed. They were not exactly liberators. They were the problem. But you are not too worried that the new Germany and France are going to go to war, are you? Why not?
Well then, all claimed liberations are therefore not liberations. You proved it by bringing up China.
That is what Xei posted, and I responded to it.
Woes, woes, hold your horses. I had to fight a crazy girl in junior high when she attacked me with a huge stick. I also watched a guy get his ass whipped by a really big, fat girl a few years earlier. (Okay, I know you were playing around, but I have a few amusing stories to tell.) Also, the only fight I ever had to get physically involved in when I was a teacher was between two girls. This crazy bitch from the streets who lived in a girls' home and was a former student of mine came to my class and acted like she was there to say hello to me. I asked her what was up, and she pointed to a girl in my class and said, "I'm gonna beat her ass." Before I could even get a syllable out, she sprinted at the girl, knocked her out of her desk, and started pounding on her. I had to lock the attacker's arms from behind and walk her out of the room. Girls used to talk about fighting all the time in my classes. I would overhear them talking about meeting gangs of other girls at Burger King and stuff to fight over the most ridiculous things.
And oh yeah... When I was in high school, I saw a major fight between two girls. There was talk all day about how they were supposed to meet in front of a bar and fight. They met in the parking lot, and they were surrounded by a few hundred people who were there to watch it. Word had traveled. There was an enormous crowd with a small space just big enough for two girls to argue and have a little bit of room to fight. They were pointing fingers and screaming at the same time. The only word I could make out was, "Bitch!" They probably said it thirty times each. The crowd was egging them on so bad, really wanting to see a fight. Finally, one of them reached at the other one, and they started hitting, pulling hair, and wrestling. It lasted about a minute, and there was no clear winner, but it was really entertaining for the people watching. That's messed up, but it's what happens.
Allright, thanks for reading my girl fight stories.