"War-horny": what a great compound adjective. As a young kid, the little boys in my neighborhood were WWII horny (no hyphenation as a predicate compound adjective, I was taught by the nuns who were war horny against the devil because he represented sin and non-Catholic heathens). As a teenager, Commies comin' to git us, take our stuff, terrific war horniness as the prospect of a possession-pauperized life loomed amid the wealth I observed around me. Then with Vietnam came the genuine realization that the war horniness deeply inculcated in my tissues was actually coming from my own criminal government as it tried to morph me from a grad student into a lump of cannon fodder. Ever since, there has never been a single nanosecond of doubt in my mind from whence the war horniness derives and who are its madams and its hookers. USA! USA!