Festooned with folded paper cranes, various anti-war signage, and sundry trivia...the park looked like a waste-paper recyclery exploded.
I had to ask - "Ok, where is the war park?"
After all, while peace has its' many supporters...what about the park with the Wall o' Crankiness, with brass representations (made from melted down high school debating trophies) of phrases like "Good men died to keep you free", "America: love it or leave it", and that old favorite - "Nuke'm till they glow".
As my moderately PC companion cringed, I elaborated...monuments to the hundreds of thousands of lives saved by the dropping of Fat Man and Little Boy over Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the lives improved and preserved by resisting N. Korea in the Korean Conflict, the tragedy of Vietnam, and our subsequent conflicts thankfully abroad.
I suggested that a particular monument to the heroes of the USMC might be appropriate, and that the Marine Alumni association could be charged with the responsibility of the maintenance and security of the park...utilizing whatever methods, tools, and mechanisms that in their experience they felt would best maintain the purpose and solemnity of such a park. By this time, my more-PC friend was cringing...
Now...as it happens, I do believe the men and women of our armed services deserve our gratitude and support...both while serving, and after. And coincidentally I grow tired of the modern day Neville Chamberlains claiming that all can be solved through sweetness and light, and the sweet voice of reason. And frankly, a bunch of superannuated hippies and their spiritual children reveling in defeatism and deriding our troops...just plain piss me off.
So, I suggested the park might have one additional purpose, at which my friend pointed at the road and told me to "watch the nice movie".
I suggested such a park would serve as BAIT and allow a more focused occurance of Darwinian selection.