Flying Fickle Finger of f****up Fate

Flying Fickle Finger of Fate F***up You never know what human beings are going to do. We are quite prone, when reacting to trouble, to do things that turn bad to worse, and when performed collectively on a continental scale, human folly can lead to serious, widespread human f***up. Consider, for instance, what rich and powerful people did to toss an entire continent into war; back in 1914. One smart-alek kid: 

 with a gun in his hand assassinated the heir to the Austrian throne. The kid's name was gavrilo princep. That gives you a clue: he might have been acting, without even knowing it, on behalf of the person who is referred to in the Bible as the "prince of the power of the air." In gavrilo's case he aimed a lethal weapon at a very important person, the heir to the Austrian throne, Franz Ferdinand. 

After that murderous act, all hell broke loose. Germany declared war on France. Germany invaded Belgium. Britain declared war on Germany. Austria declared war on Belgium. Russia declared war on Turkey. France and Britain declared war on Turkey. Russians invaded Germany. When the Germans sank the Lusitania in 1915, our United States got dragged into it. The whole damned war got amped up for four years, and didn't stop until Kaiser Wilhelm of Germany decided, in spite of their great Prussian passion for war, to throw in the armistice towel, November 1914. So that was war, with four years of blood and destruction, all for naught. the Kaiser who thought he could outshoot all the other Euros finally saw the writing on the wall, and gave up, once and for all, the ghost of German/prussian superiority. And after November 1014, the ghost stayed in his grave until a little corporal with a weird moustache came along and cranked up the whole damn kraut wermacht again , only to shoot himself in a Berlin bunker when our Allied soldiers knocked the nazis back down into their holes. The clusterf**** of world wars one and two ought to be seen as a warning signal of just how deep is the depravity and destruction that human warfare can descend into.  In an age of nukes, Vlad the Mad and trump the vlad-fan ought to remind themselves of the destructability of those terrible atomic bombs that our Enola Gay dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki to put an end to war in 1945.  About nine years ago, we visited the Schonnbrun palace, home of the Hapsburgs, whose legacy had begun and ended world war one.

Emperor Carl's domain, where he signed off. . .While there, we were shown to the room where the last Hapsburg emperor, Carl, had signed off on trying to drag the world into ancient, obsolete kingdoms and empires. This is the room where it happened: the end of world war one, and, we hope, the end of rich monarchs and moguls destroying the peace of mankind.  Smoke