Politics

War is politics. WW2, WW1. The nuclear bomb.

The black sheep being the cold war.
As far as war's go, I know very little. I know large companies and smaller outfits tend to make money with sometimes beneficial illicit acts to gain more money but otherwise politics can go further, the gain alone for pursuit of coin pleasures as far as I am aware often lead down narrow roads, look up Hollywood. Skid Row? No, I believe that's Las Vegas and LA isn't welcoming of people with short cash because LA be flowing cash. I can't even catch a cab.
Anywho-
I believe the movie best described here would land me with copyright infringements, I think...

Then there's the CIVIL WAR. Yes, the not quite grandma but overtly racist brother of grandpa.
Much needing said here so,
Next is the war on black Friday deals

WW2 is namely the most infamous. With Nazis and nameless soldiers at the hilt of the darkest known front. Along with Stalin being apart of it, the South America's played pieces as well as America being conceded in winning the fight.
WW1, on the other hand, was a catastrophe which could be deemed uncontrollable. Mainly due to the separate reasons, an assassination. A warfare not yet tested, and complete financial crisis. Ending with bright spots, painting the horizon of a new day.

And so, the nuclear explosives left behind creating the cold war...

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