|Yup, nothing but smooth sailing for|
the rest of the 20th century!
Look, I'm not trying to disparage the people who fought and sacrificed in WWI, and all conflicts are pretty goddamned stupid when you get down to it, but holy shit. One dead Archduke and four years later eighteen million people are dead, Europe is a trench-ridden wasteland and one frustrated art student is gearing up for the sequel.
|"C'mon men! Let's uh, avenge the Archduke? Win one for the Gipper? |
Remember the Alamo? Wait, what the hell is this about anyway?"
|It turns out baby Hitler was a more|
formidable foe than Bush had anticipated.
Hey maybe that's why we changed the name of this holiday. Armistice Day sort of suggests a state of peace, but in many ways we're like the Ewoks at the end of Return of the Jedi. Sure we're dancing around, playing bongos with the severed heads of Stormtroopers and celebrating the end of the Star Wars, but peace is boring and it's only a matter of time before the First Order or whatever swoops in and starts fucking things up in Episode VII.
|The Ewok village about ten minutes before a squad of vengeance-crazed|
Tie-Fighter pilots make their strafing run. Hurray for sequels!