He tied the need for more soldiers to a broader fight against Islamic extremists around the world rather than specifically for the conflict in Iraq.

'It is an accurate reflection that this ideological war we're in is going to last for a while and that we're going to need a military that's capable of being able to sustain our efforts and to help us achieve peace.'

—Bush plans to expand size of U.S. military, Reuters

Listen. If we stop tearing up the world with our disastrous, imperialist, fear and greed-driven policies, we will increase the peace and the lack of terrorism exponentially. If we want to be a happier, safer nation, we ought to do our best to help increase the happiness and health of todo el mundo. Not just 1% of America's wage earners. I know it's a weeeeerd concept.

Think of it like this: if there were a lake and in the lake were five small islands, and each one populated with one person, but one of these people bent wrists, broke promises, lied and pushed people off rocks to steal their food—a situation that feeds itself and only gives them more power—sooner or later, no matter how powerful, comfortable, well-armed or well-fed they happened to be, no matter how much they worked their nets of manipulation, the truth would arise. And it would spread to all the islands, no matter how far apart they were. But perhaps this would not even be the One Island's undoing. I imagine that long before that proved critical, they would lose their sanity and their light. They would end up sitting awake all night waiting for people to come and sneak up behind them. Their sense of peace would vanish to such a degree—their telltale conscience would provoke them to such a degree—that they would eventually become consumed with the thought of one of those other people (or worse yet, two or more islands joining up and) quietly paddling through the dim heart of each and every shadow, at each and every hour of the night, from each and every direction—to even up the score. The hoarder/liar/rock-pusher would not just fear it, they would know it was coming for them. Because underneath everything, we all do understand that life demands a balance. No matter how you try and work that Western paradigm into your serve; that one that tells you that gross imbalances are not only possible, but worse yet, desirable.

Against America? Nah. I don't need to be "against America." She's doing her best to be against herself. Yanking at her own supports, you see. I have nothing to do with it. I'm just, you know. Doin' like Juan Lennon dijo. Watchin' tha wheels go by. Whistling to tha squeakin'. Sketchin' the oil thet be leakin'. Warin' th'engine white-hot peakin'.

Increasing the US military to quash "terrorism" is like stocking up on gasoline filled containers in your house to discourage fire. It seems that our "leaders" are but children lost and thrashing, weaving contagion y delirium through the wilds of the world; philosophically and mentally still doing time in their ninth winter. Didn't anybody read these overgrown cornerdwellers books that taught the right lessons? I can't help but think of the one where the sun and the wind compete to see who can get the walking man to take off his coat....

The American government refuses to stop taunting karma, forever thinking it can rule the world with might and self-interest only. Believing in an imbalance.

At the helm of this impending wreckage writhes a boy tyrant, a soured scion, a cruel, stupid, pathologically shallow man who cannot understand the consequences of his actions on thinking, feeling, living humans. And furious at the dull ache that will not penetrate his hull and his heart and his hands, he itches to yank free the kidskin gloves and scratch his scabs in just the Reich spot.