"Well, he can't do anything, can he? We've trapped him there and he can't do anything."
I don't want to fight with this woman. I pay and mutter under my breath "...as long as someone's guarding him. Chretien is SUCH an idiot."
"What did you say?"
"Saddam'll be a good little dictator and only kill his own people as long as 250,000 soldiers are right next door in Kuwait. Who'll pay to keep them there? Not us, not FRANCE." That last word I almost spat out.
I'm fully into the breach now.
"Pretend you're a farmer with chickens. You know there's a fox on the loose just outside your chicken coup. As long as you guard the coup with your shotgun the fox won't get in: but you can't stay there 24 hours a day, can you? At that point, wouldn't you just shoot the fox and eliminate the problem?"
The woman looks at me as if I was the Devil himself.
"But war and killing aren't the answer..." she's sounding unsure.
"Tell that to anyone who fought in World War 2. Supposedly we won in '91 as well, yet we're still here aren't we?"
I leave the gas station and head home for the night.
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