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There was an afternoon one summer when a young man we will call “Steve” happened upon a book like no other he had read. Welcome to the modern day war zone. Steve had always thought himself to be quite the rebellious young man, always speaking out about the Man and the System. Commanders and politicians have decided that the enemy is us and that we are to be bought to heel, as soon as possible. I am a Discordian. I must find the others. You see, war isn't about the clash of armies on the battlefield anymore. Hell, its barely even about killing, except as an advertising hook or a final solution for people who refuse to stop being a pain in the ass. He prided himself in his sense of Absurdity, and especially his skills in Randomness.

Warfare today is about fighting on the psychological and narrative level. Its about capturing the mind and arranging to present himself to them. They were of all descriptions, these people; no two seemed to have anything in common, even their styles of dress. A neatly-groomed silver-haired man in a rather nice suit has become less and less about artful strategy and less bound by codes of conduct – be they religious, cultural or legal.

Steve said to himself, “These are my people?”

Whoever goes on fighting the longest, whoever is willing to do what it takes to persuade the other side to accept their interests, whoever is able to effectively frame the agenda in a certain manner, is the winner in the modern world.