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You forgot the easiest and most common way to be a pacifist: make sure there is someone else who will fight on your behalf. Of course, as a pacifist, you must spit on them for being evil; this is complete two-faced hypocrisy, obviously, because you do not really intend to stop them from protecting you (can we say “virtue signalling”, ladies and gentlemen?) — but you are usually safe from this because you’re part of their country or whatever they are protecting. That is to say, they are sufficiently honorable to keep protecting the people who spit all over them, regardless of what might be considered ‘just’ in this situation.

Kipling chastised the British public for this in his poem Tommy:

Yes, making mock of uniforms that guard you while you sleep
Is cheaper than them uniforms, and they're starvation cheap;
And hustling drunken soldiers when they're going large a bit
Is five times better business than parading in full kit.
Then it's Tommy this, and Tommy that, and "Tommy, how's your soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of heroes" when the drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the drums begin to roll,
Oh it's "Thin red line of heroes" when the drums begin to roll.
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