You must not kill your neighbor, whom perhaps you genuinely hate, but by a little propaganda this hate can be transferred to some foreign nation, against whom all your murderous impulses become patriotic heroism

Few people can be happy unless they hate some other person, nation, or creed

I would hate to be like little Harry Connick, being used for propaganda. I like Harry, but that's not for me.... If they got Harry in, why couldn't they bring back some people who lived in the neighborhood?

I would hate to be like little Harry Connick, being used for propaganda. I like Harry, but that's not for me.... If they got Harry in, why couldn't they bring back some people who lived in the neighborhood?

Few people can be happy unless they hate some other person, nation, or creed.

What's to be believed? Or does it matter at all? When mass murder's been answered with mass murder, rape with rape, hate with hate, there's no longer much meaning in asking whose ax is bloodier. Evil, on evil, piled on evil. Was there any justification for what they did—or was there? We only know what that thing says, and that thing is a captive. The Asian radio has to say what will least displease it's government; ours has to say what will least displease our fine patriotic opinionated rabble, which is what, coincidentally, the government wants it to say anyhow, so where's the difference?