I found myself engaged in thoughtful conversation with a political fellow traveler the other day on topic fraught with moral and intellectual landmines. The fellow and I have had a running conversation on various different topics. As we agree on many things, and agreement signals the end of conversation, we prefer to engage upon the topics in which we diverge.
One particular topic seems to bring him back has the lure of a good whiskey on a November evening. The bomb. The Hiroshima bomb.
We have been over this topic many times and we still disagree, but he continues to push me to heat the metal of logic to see if we can bend it to our wills. But every time we do, it breaks.
I want to agree that dropping the bomb was the right thing to do, I just cannot.