„Komið í veg fyrir stríð“
Ég má til með að deila með ykkur skemmtilegri tilvitnun úr Blackadder Goes Forth. Því miður er ámóta „fyrirbyggjandi“ hugsunarháttur og í dæminu á eftir býsna ráðandi enn í dag. Hér er gripið niður í samtal Kafteins Edmund Blackadder, George og Baldrick í fyrri heimsstyrjöldinni, í lokþættinum. Til að skilja eina athugasemd George þarf að geta þess að til þess að sleppa við að þurfa að sækja fram hugðist Blackadder þykjast vera orðinn geðveikur með því að setja nærbuxur á höfuðið á sér, troða blýöntum upp í nasirnar, auk þess að svara spurningum með orðinu „wooble“. :)
Baldrick: Permission to ask a question, sir...
Edmund: Permission granted, Baldrick, as long as isn't the one about where babies come from.
Baldrick: No, the thing is: The way I see it, these days there's a war on, right? and, ages ago, there wasn't a war on, right? So, there must have been a moment when there not being a war on went away, right? and there being a war on came along. So, what I want to know is: How did we get from the one case of affairs to the other case of affairs?
Edmund: Do you mean "How did the war start?"
Baldrick: Yeah.
George: The war started because of the vile Hun and his villainous empire-building.
Edmund: George, the British Empire at present covers a quarter of the globe, while the German Empire consists of a small sausage factory in Tanganyika. I hardly think that we can be entirely absolved of blame on the imperialistic front.
George: Oh, no, sir, absolutely not. (aside, to Baldick) Mad as a bicycle!
Baldrick: I heard that it started when a bloke called Archie Duke shot an ostrich 'cause he was hungry.
Edmund: I think you mean it started when the Archduke of Austro-Hungary got shot.
Baldrick: Nah, there was definitely an ostrich involved, sir.
Edmund: Well, possibly. But the real reason for the whole thing was that it was too much effort *not* to have a war.
George: By (Gum? [it's not `God']) this is interesting; I always loved history -- The Battle of Hastings, Henry VIII and his six knives, all that.
Edmund: You see, Baldrick, in order to prevent war in Europe, two superblocs developed: us, the French and the Russians on one side, and the Germans and Austro-Hungary on the other. The idea was to have two vast opposing armies, each acting as the other's deterrent. That way there could never be a war.
Baldrick: But this is a sort of a war, isn't it, sir?
Edmund: Yes, that's right. You see, there was a tiny flaw in the plan.
George: What was that, sir?
Edmund: It was bollocks.
Baldrick: So the poor old ostrich died for nothing.
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