Imagine a small, young, insecure colonial state whose only solace lies in their trillions and trillions of weapons. They have enough to literally destroy their greatest enemy three or four times over, but the problem is that their greatest enemy lives among them, and are a population that is rapidly overtaking them because they are indigenous to the land they wish to build a state in. Their enemy, in fact has been living there for thousands of years and have no intention on leaving. But that's not their only problem! This small, insecure state, whose ONLY superiority lies in its weapons, can not kill the IDEAS that the indigenous people have: The memory of the sad sadistic state being created on a series of massacres and puddles of native blood for the last 70 years. The problem is, this state can not kill those memories! Try as they might to beat, humiliate, shoot the children, mothers, fathers, aunts and uncles of these people and force them to forget and drop the issue and accept the state, they can not! And the worst part is, with every innocent native whose lives they destroy, 40 sympathizers pop up around the world. With every journalist they kill, the truth spreads like a viral tweet into the consciousness of millions of people. The itch to kill and destroy is too compelling; they scratch it every time for temporary relief... it is especially opportune for the state to scratch that itch when they think the world isn't watching and judging, but that itch constantly tears deeper and deeper into the angry red tearing skin of the state; their legitimacy and their official narrative slowly subsumed by a spreading crackling rash. Every dead protester lies in a puddle of their blood and there grows deeper indigenous roots (more enemies!), more memories, stronger ideas for a return, and deeper resilience by the natives.... They try to gas, enclose, build walls, draw borders (then violate those borders) and the sad, small, sadistic state can't satiate the itch, because it gets worst every day until one day their bones (which can't feel itches) will lie in a pile with the others: It will be easy to ridicule them at that point and obvious to point out their wrongs. Until then, they continue to shoot and blast and bomb and gas those ideas until the smoke clears...
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