It's good to keep in mind that most "foreign aid", including IV's aid, would be military. This is a military conflict, the nature of the conflict is militant ("child soldiers"), but can militant reproach really approach this conflict's resolution? 
"Misinterpretations of media content may lead some people to believe that the LRA is currently active in Uganda," said Fred Opolot, a [Ugandan?] government spokesman. "They are a diminished and weakened group with numbers not exceeding 300." (from, I swear it's not a habit, a foxnews.com article)
Do we need militant response to such an impotent military force?

Should we be preaching, posting, proliferating anti-"KONY" propaganda (with its purpose to end by means of probably killing Kony and his "army"), or educating pro-help, pro-peace, and in a broad sense pro-life so that these military oppressions stemming from abuses of educational power are not perpetuated and thus Actually End? 

And speaking of misguided propaganda (keep in mind, a picture of which I did repost, I'm not trying to roast you), "There was a strong sense from the [Ugandan] audience that the video was insensitive to African and Ugandan audiences, and that it did not accurately portray the conflict or the victims," Victor Ochen of the African Youth Initiative Network, said in a statement. "In particular, viewers were outraged by the KONY 2012 campaign's strategy to make Kony famous and their marketing of items with his image." (same fox story, trust me, it's a non-mocking first)

(oh boy I'm sorry this is so long)
Also, (not touching upon the consumer-capitalist aspect of all this help because it's already too long) your Huffington Post quote starts off with a fragment, which isn't a grammatical ticky-tack indictment, but an observation of a very crucial potential distortion--because "Since 1986 the Ugandan civil war...." Everything I try and find looks to any capitalized Ugandan [Bush?] War as having ended in 1986. It all gets more confusing every time I try and clarify with a different source/information. And I think that's part of it. This isn't a War. The only site I've found referring to it as The Ugandan Civil War lists six (6!) combatants that may or may not include the Ugandan govt. Only one of which is Kony's LRA. Which isn't even in Uganda anymore and hasn't been for two years. This is way bigger than one man, one war, or one country even (see also: George Clooney's recent arrest, why, the genocidal? conflict in South Sudan).

It may be bigger than one cause. You referenced genocide, but I've got a friend who worked for IC, a whole lot who have gone to Uganda,--not name dropping, illustrating I've heard a lot about it--and have looked at a crap-ton of sites tonight. I haven't really found a cause other than "oppression". Which is Power exerted over others. Which is exactly the kind of military intervention that you're talking about (and that, truly, at first seems altruistically human-rights-necessitatingly urgent).  

You talked about the US not entering a war if not for self-interest. But we had no interest in Vietnam, except in stopping the spread of communism. And in reading about the military response to, the search (like actual-creeping-through-the-jungle searching) for Joseph Kony, it's really reminiscent of reading about the Vietnam war. Which, again, we entered to Stop "Something Terrible" (then it was a political/economic system--an ideal--and now it's the LRA, Kony, the abduction of children and senseless killing, and really to just impose human rights--an ideal. it's an improvement, just saying) To End Something. and, well, I mean Vietnam's course is well-documented, and this "Ugandan" conflict has six combatants listed...

Point being, (and I haven't had any in mind or planned to make any, especially not as simple--but possibly profound?--as this) maybe the End that we so desire isn't within reach. Maybe there is no end. Maybe all of this, whatever all this sadness and suffering is, is just going to continue on (undefined and) indefinitely whether or not we stick in our two-cents or our to-give-two-dollars or our to-stop-kony's-army's worth. Maybe the only way to attain the desired effect of the ends we're proposing is to change the means that we try and attain it with. And maybe, just maybe if we change the means of this undefined and indefinite sadness and suffering, then maybe we can define the sadness and suffering.

And (this is getting abstract but important?) then maybe, if we can define the suffering, we could even define it in a good way--as good--so as to effectuate our change for the better not in an end, but in a means of good. To mean good, indefinitely.

[Okay it's kinda corny I know. I wrote it on a night like tonight where I'm excited and crazy and up very latearly. I actually wanted to send them just an envelope full of shit (not literal), like notes from my journal and pictures and maybe a poem or pictures or something, because this is kinda corny and impersonal and it sounds like I'm trying to impress them but that wasn't what I was trying to do but JESUS Walker take your hands offff the keyboard, raise them slowly and GTF2sleep.
p.s. this is unedited.] :
     Hi, I'm Walker Jones (and since this isn't an essay but a short introduction in itself, I'll keep its introduction to that).
     I have allowed myself to be prepared for Evergreen's interdisciplinary learning by not learning, or rather not conditioning myself to the lie of linear thought. Last year, I was diagnosed with ADHD, which my prognostic pragmatism previously compensated for by capitulating in crotchet-rockets on tangents of thought. That is to say, when I sit in class my mind meanders and always has. I offer this acting on proclivity to reconcile the passive voice pervading this paragraph's previous sentences; through actively engaging in playful thought stimulated by course work, I assimilate learning into a systemic corpus of knowledge not limited to the systems in which said learning is presented. Thus, I see Evergreen as bridging my learning (not learned) modus operandi with the titular instrument of learning: the educational institution.
     I've always wanted to play in a band, but alas, have never taken up an instrument. Analogously, if I hope to be a (respectably, functionally) learned member of society's band, I must attend (to) its educational instrument. So to coalesce my personal goals of continually learning, doing what I want, and being a productive member of society (really all in the same), I instituted an educational goal of graduating from an institution.
     Though, this sounds like indignant resignation, when rather it resounds with tintinnabulation within me. For we, our respective educational institutions (our goals), are in sync, harmonious, in that their foci embrace the pluralism that is the essence of individuality. {why I wanted to link it in the first place} With an undefined course(-curriculum), pupils are unlimited in what they can choose to see and be, in their potential for development. To me, such experiential learning allows exponential growth for the learner; furthermore, interdisciplinary learning incorporates all gravitational fields of study, permitting constant influence by points of confluence that would be deemed too disparate in more linearly-(m)aligned academes.
      But, the beauty in this outlook is that its outset is each individual's inherent interests. Free to submerge themselves in tributaries near and dear, they will follow their course's progressions to other bodies of knowledge and emerge in the union of cogitation from which all thought systems diverge, and at which all judicious educational endeavors would converge: not a stream of knowledge, but a flow of learning: a constant influx of thought that is ours—not only our own, but also all of ours, the connective (brain) tissue of collective cognition. Thus, by each pupil following their own vision of learning, all pupils come to see the same sight, one that is all-inclusive. Furthermore, one can choose any promontory from which to behold the beauty that is uniquely theirs.
       This is my vision of my education, my self, and our world. And I'm very glad to share it with you, Evergreen. Thanks for letting me.

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For some, it's harder to put belief in things they have no proof of than to blindly believe they are there. I am one of those. Now if we are to redefine this god, we may find ourselves in accord. And that accord is precisely it, to me. The accord is!; regardless of what it is according to—Whom or whom is an inconsequential and incongruous belief that only conflicts with others and logic. Why must we put faith in some great Else driving everything? Why not faith in the driving, the intrinsic greatness of how every single thing driving itself steers everything into accord?
"In the beginning was the Word... and the Word was God." John 1:1
"And the Word became flesh...[(as Jesus)]." John 1:14
So Jesus was a physical manifestation of the Word.
"Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love." John 4:8
So, "God is love;" and transitively Jesus was the physical manifestation of love.
So what is love?
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
So "love is kind... it does not boast... it is not self-seeking... it always protects,... always perseveres." Love then is not an emotion or even an act, it is a way. Jesus is the physical manifestion of that way.
“I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me." John 14:6
Jesus as a physical manifestation, a body if you will, is that way—love; and no one comes to know God, the Word but through love.
"Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved children and walk in the way of love." Ephesians 5:1
"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another." John 13:34
Jesus meant to unite us by love, for us to unite each other by love—to become one united body through him, his way, the way of love.
"So in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others." Romans 12:5
"Christ is head over everything and the Church is his body." Ephesians 1:22-23
With Jesus, love, as the head of the body, us, we should follow our head and "walk in the way of love," walk in "the way, the truth and the life," in the Word.
"The Holy Spirit works in each member." I Corinthians 12:27
"Abide in me and I in you. I am the vine, you are the branches." John 15:4-5
So this should be easy for us; the Holy Spirit, the part of the Word that is in each of us. The Word, love, lives in us and we are to live in it as one body of love. Why?
"The objective is to prepare Christians for works of service so that the Church may be built up." Ephesians 4:12
"Our sufferings are made for the sake of the Church." Colossians 1:24
"No Church will grow without help from God." Colossians 2:19
We are to follow the Word in us to help others, to grow our body of love, so that the love that lives in us may live in all. We are to live according to the one Word, love, to bring All into accord, so all may walk the way, live the truth and be the life as one. "One Love."
Word.

^^^READ THAT^^^ [I mean at least its links, not what I wrote--unless that gets you to read the links.]
Forewarning: the text below was spawned by surprise, sentimentality, excitement, and (is cleverly under a guise of) a willingness to share (the cloying bastard) of a person whose standing as "sane" is questionable at best. Like most personal blogs you will find on the internet, what (little) entertainment value it has is probably less valuable than your time. Just full disclosure*.

* Further disclosure. I wrote that before I wrote these footnotes (this and below) and while most all of this is almost definitely--considering other productive things you could and very well rather might be doing if you were not reading the parts I'm grammatically qualifying as I type and you're reading this that's--not worth your valuable time, there is some of it that just actually might be. Fuller disclosure.

Whoah. Unrelatedly, I just realized (like right as I clicked this text box [I would have said "literally realized", but that term's overused as it is and I'm saving if for a later more appropriate use]) that a year ago, right around right now CST, I was literally driving my truck into a tree.
A lot's happened in a year. Today, I and my head (literally) are in a better place, and I (not just my head) feel not only much better now, but also very grateful--for the transition, for personal progress (of which, lately, much has been the content of this site and the direction I'm headed that creates it), for you (my friends [for Being T/Here], my family [they're the reason I am Here], and anyone who's reading this or isn't, you're all helping me, and even without any relation to me at all, you're beautiful. Thank You All. We can lose a lot, sometimes we can even lose ourselves, but [pray] let us not ever lose each other.* I think more importantly and more profoundly than each of our-constituent-selves, all each one of us do and can ever hope to have or be is US, in all its singular plurality.**), and for life (which really is the the composite culmination of everything I just listed, and thus necessarily and significantly [and very broadly] most important).
Well sweet Jesus if you even made through that sentence I hope it was as touching for you as it was for me (truly, no bs). I just--want to Share*** so Much with you now! These are exciting times for me, I'll have you know. I've more than tripled the number of my writings in the past 4 months; I'm continuing to write, sometimes a poem a day; I'm reading more and more rewardingly than I might have ever had before; If I survive this gauntlet week of school work with all my "fac-- [my] f-a-c-u-l-t-i-e-s intact" ****, I might actually be able to get some academic work done (a philosophy essay); I'm putting together a chapbook (I didn't know what that was either. Simply, it is, a book) together inclusive of all my (typed, finished) poetry and a short introduction to it; and I'm actually going to start submitting works to poetry journals.
Point being, I'm in-a-cool-kid-Billy-Madison-way pissing my pants with excitement. True, all of those sentence's subjects were "I" myself, but the subject of each predicate is that products I'm producing are for You. Shared. Expressed. Out There.
And boy (or girl, if you prefer), are they Out There.
I should have started this blog post with "Dear Diary...". Why I started it in the first place, as the title (as well as this post's style) indicates is that I just linked some links I dug up to DFWritings for a friend and just kinda reviewed them in the process. So, whether you're interested in DFW ***** (you very damn well should be) or not, if you're just curious or bored (this isn't going where that might make you think it is), or if you just want to fucking read Something Other than These Incessant Ditherings of This by now Obviously Raving Lunatic,
YOU SHOULD READ DAVID FOSTER WALLACE REVIEW [SEE BELOW:]******

* I really hope, most likely in vain, that I'm not ripping off some super corny movie or
shitty internet poem or even--so bad I dare not speak of it [oh yeah, well I double-dog dare me to {fine, I win /really the point is I lose\; I give in}])--a made-for-TV Lifetime movie {Dun-Dun-DUNDUN}. Forgive me. ^*
** Ah, for this, I believe I wanted to link my personal statement? [sic] ^** from my application to Evergreen. It's 500 words, but that's 500 words you could spend reading of DFW. Choose wisely. [linked below]
*** As a wise and wonderful woman once said, "Share. This is a two-way street." (-- 'It's Easy To Sleep When You're Seventeen Going on Dead.' [the difference between the reaction to this quote in the story and the fact that I'm quoting it now are very indicative of "the transition" I've made in the past year {and two}.]) So while I'm sharing enough for the both of us and then some, it'd be cool if you could share too. Anything really, anything you want to. Any thoughts or feedback you have about what I say or write, any feelings or reactions to this, or your boss, or your life, any off-the-cuff or even painstakingly planned anything. I promise I'll listen.
**** A quote from J.D. Salinger's "For Esme--With Love and Squalor" of his 'Nine Stories'. Once you've read David Foster Wallace, you should read that. Unless you're moving onto Vladimir Nabokov, in which case more power to you.
***** DFW DFW! DFW!! DFW!!! DFW!!!!---what the fuck is this guy's problem???
"Hey, Buddy!, why don't you put away that chubby, okay? Keep it in your pants bro. Go home and play with it or somethin in private, I don't care. I just don't wanna see it out here wavin' around in public." Okay, so I know my raging boner for DFW is totally poppin' a tent of my pants (I swear, it's just the pattern) and knocking shit off of desks all over the place (of the pants. the pattern of the pants. I was actually just taking them back to the pants store right now.), but it's really because I've been boning up on him so much recently (in the non-sexual sense of the word) because...
I'M GOING TO THE DAVID FOSTER WALLACE SYMPOSIUM IN AUSTIN!!!
Whereas I'm piss-my-pants excited about everything going on currently, I'm definitely shit-my-pants-and-wear-them-around-till-I-get-home-because-I'm-so-excited-I-don't-even-care excited about going to this conference. Reason being--aside from DW being the greatest writer and potentially genius of our generation--(considering the preceeding, I in no way mean the following as correlation nor self-flattery; I'm merely way Way over-sharing [I would have been cut-the"Thanks Walker"-fuck-off and gotten a compassionate talk-to and hug by a 'timer at an na meeting]) (and I've only experienced with this with DFW and one other artist [Charlie Kaufman, screen-writer of 'Adaptation' and 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' which I on-a-DFW-level recommend to you if you've been living under a pineapple under the sea for the entirety of our current century and have yet to see them]) {btw if you whoever you are are still reading this I'm flattered? but I'm very perplexed. I like to think the information I'm communicating is in some way valuable (don't we all?), but I really would (I admit, somewhat blindly and less than even presumptuously) assume you have better ways to be spending your time and attention span. But I appreciate it nonetheless and now digress [OH NO FUCKIN' SHIT SHERLOCK]} (in retrospect I guess this isn't as long I thought. I think with everything I have to do this week, everything is now becoming intrinsically exaggerated [which probably explains this post])
REASON BEING THAT I THINK HE'S LIKE ME = I THINK LIKE HIM = THE WAY HE WRITES IS THE WAY I THINK = our mental processes often seem similar and (I'm coming to learn) the views we espouse (even the feelings) are similar if not very much the same. All this in a way that is far more profound than I've really felt with any other artist, or come to think of it, person I guess. So he's a kind of a big deal to/for me. But don't let this detriment his importance that I'm trying to relay to you. He's, regardless of me, a big fucking deal. You should see what the big deal's all about.
****** [now above]

^* These footnotes (along with all the exponentially proliferating parenthetical intra- and sub[^x]-interjections, which might/probably would normally occur to me be to an extant restrained, typically) are how you can tell I've been reading too much DFW. {is this guy ever going to shut up about him?!?}
^** I was wrong. What I wanted to do was let you in on a little secret. I had to write a persona poem for Poetry class, i.e. from the perspective of someone that is not myself. Like any good delusional schizophrenic would, I assumed the persona of god. None of that's the secret. The secret of poem--titled 'theontallo'g' {found in the "spacing" document, 'Other Works' tab} (the poem's point is to share the secret, but what's secretive is that I don't usually like to tell the meaning I saw and intended in my poems, because I don't want to arrogate the meaning you see: I want YOU to construct it, but that's the thing--the thing)--is YOU. To quote some really righteous dudes, "I am he as you are he as you are me and We are ALL to'Gether"!! I chose to be god because I AM. SUM. SUM, ERGO the SUM: the I AM. I AM god. I Am He, As YOU Are He, As YOU Are ME, AND WE ARE ALL TOGETHER! All of US, but also EVERY THING (inclusive of NOTHING, "because they're all the same / just each a different name" - 'dividends are the beginning' [also, kinda Death Cab for Cutie off of plans, and so many other people {really, all everyone}], I'm going to try and make this anti-distinction clearer in the future), Everything that exISts, not even ex- but IS, IS! IS GOD, "the sum. all the products, no parts... all i am is nothing {but} 8u+ [infinity] yoU + ^all ^^all ^^^om"
That's the secret that I hope gets out.
In light of this, I'm also going to attach a reply I wrote to my mom on facebook (???) from this past summer. And I'm not not going to attach the personal statement? that I mentioned.^^* There's a bigger picture now informing everything I'm doing. I'm writing and sharing more because I see it more clearly every day, and it's beautiful. It's you, here. Won't you see it too?
^^* For some reason it's not letting me attach these documents. Maybe I maxed out the raving bullshit meter around "Full Disclosure." I can't be sure. I'm going to publish this and see if I can tack these on if I edit it. If not I will make them available to you. Shit, that "Won't you see it too" was a really poetic way to end it.