World Peace...in a cheesey fashion

When I was growing up, there were 10 of us. Two parents, two dogs, six kids (and various other natural life--potted plants, birds, gerbils etc....but essentially, there were the core 10.) With such a large sum of persons, there were also the inevitable battles, skirmishes and (the occasional) all-out-war.

But then up stood Mom and her mad hatter solutions. The mad hattiest of which was this: hugging!! Whoever was enough of a degenerate to participate in a spat then regretted it from the soles of their sneakers to the tippiest piece of their blush burned face. You got it, we were forced to stand hugging our most vile opponent until a solution (or forgiveness) blossumed.



Don't think it worked? Well, you try despising someone with your arms wrapped tight about their neck (no limp, sloppy hugs permitted of course.) Telling you now, it's not possible--either as a result of complete and utter shared embarassment or in the creation of a new common enemy (the mama and her war-deflating tactics!)

So why not try it on the fighting nations? Collar the defiant leaders and toss 'em up on the world stage in a brother-creating, rib-busting hug...watch peace ensue. "No, you can't leave or sign that bill or order that attack until you have a smile--a REAL smile-- on your face mister! Until we can tell you love your brother and have smudged away the differences. Don't you give me that look! I mean it!" If nothing else, it'd be a new (though sadly, most likely unrealistic) approach...