Step back from dunking on the clowns, and it's a harrowing example of where we're at as a people, a planet. "Vicious Cycle" doesn't begin to do it justice. It's easy to industrialize the slaughter of people. But it isn't easy to stop. It has inertia. Mass. It distorts all further decision making, bends it all inward. "Ceasefire"? "Just stop"? To the individuals in charge, they're already past the point where that's unthinkable. "We're already at speed, the machine at full throttle! If we try to stop now, it could break. Can't do that. Don't you see? We live in this thing!"

From that position, as far as they are willing to think about it, the only logical thing to do is steer. To push the black hole towards the cities and towns and peoples that they think deserve it. And that perspective trickles down down. Down to the little functionaries. The tissues and cells working within the machine. "Randos" throwing their voice into the digital void are more likely to empathize with the pilot of the death machine. Because the people being eaten are far away. Because they don't look like me. Because they don't speak my language, so as far as I know they don't even think like people do. They mirror death-pilot thoughts, and spew out justification while claiming to be clear-eyed, rational. "I'm just telling it like it is."