Today was the first time I came close to actually expressing my political views in a work-derived environment. (Yes, I've always been an Anonymous Coward at heart.)
I didn't actually say anything overtly political; I confined my comments to a simple universal that stopped the conversation in its tracks: the problem with war is that it's rarely those "responsible" for the war to die as a result of the conflict; it's generally the soldier on the field or the citizen in the home who gets it.
Death should not be visited on any individual for any political or social reason. That our species does it so often for so many self-justified "reasons" clearly points up that we are not worthy of the gift of intelligence, if our manifestation of it can truly be called a gift. "Intelligence" has turned out to be just another evolutionary adaptation that has facilitated the killer within us as much as the artist, and if we weren't such horny monkeys, our thanatonic urge would certainly have allowed our flawed strain to fade into time by now, replaced by a species truly worthy of the "gift". Perhaps the dolphin?