“But the instinct can be fought. We’re human beings with the blood of a million savage years on our hands – but we can stop it! We can admit that we’re killers, but we’re not going to kill today. That’s all it takes: knowing that we’re not going to kill today!”
Load another twitter handle into the war machines and count their life up to whatever it takes in a war that must be fought. Like the planets the Enterprise found, we actually think we’ve gotten good at this. There’s now a satisfaction to the expertise in our butchery. It validates us. It replaces our lack of practice for actual delight, our inexperience with peace.
Leaving social media or abstaining from participation in the fandoms seems to be the closest anyone has gotten to a General Order 24.
This is a storm of useless proportions with human costs on the periphery, but that’s not too different than a lot of modern discourse.
There’s a favoring wind blowing away from it.
Image by me – @FavoringWind on Twitter
Star Trek “A Taste of Armageddon” written in 1967 by Robert Hamner and Gene L. Coon, created by Gene Roddenberry
The Favoring Wind 