Powder Kegs and You

I am no fan of Albania, Serbia, or Kosovo. Though I would love to see the Adriatic.

As a citizens of North America, it is hard to imagine this ridiculous tribalism of the old world. But people are strange. I could not root for “Buffalo” or “St. Louis” in a sporting event. Those, too, have their own scary tribal auras.

I cannot imagine World War III. But I can imagine another silly war. Even without the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand.

All this angst about who gets the land. Or more tragically, who gets to rule the land and then enslave the others who are not in the ruling class.

I have no solutions. If I were to visit Kosovo, I would surely become even more perplexed.

Oh Powder Keg, take a cold bath.