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Everyone says how great and clever a chess player is. I say hang on, what morals are we really glorifying with the full intent of this game? What ethics are being nurtured?
Young Blood
The board- flat, immovable, sterile, arranged for a fun, friendly, relaxing battle till the ultimate death but a few aristocrats. The warzone landscape always unblemished, dry and warm. No rain, no freeze. Often the Generals joke whilst there is slaughter- sipping wine with cheese, distracted by trivialities. And still the battle rages. People of rank die in silence. Yet there is no sign of the carnage like Ypres or Pozieres. Youths, kids, young naïve minds are instructed of best ways to kill, strategies of war. Show no mercy and chuckle, encouraged to obliterate. Bang!
One, two, three… no… four dead, an excellent sacrifice for our side, we killed one royal. Yes, we are further in their land.
Aha, choose which soldier you want to die. Oops, I didn’t see that coming. Hmmmmmm clever.
Check mate!
Immediately the enemy is decimated, there are two fit, healthy, fully mobile armies facing off once again for a deadly duel. Both Generals happy to face off and continue the murderous rampage.
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