You'd be forgiven for believing our soldiers floss with the entrails of the babies they ran over in their mid afternoon sport of ... well, running over babies. You'd be forgiven for believing their hamburgers are made from the minced foetus of scientific experimentation gone wrong ... or right. You'd be forgiven for believing every single one of them have horns protruding from their heads with heads skewered atop, they laugh maniacally at every dead 'native' they step on, and where the endless daily bombings by militia of varying backgrounds slaughtering dozens daily just don't happen. They don't talk about those, you'll never hear use the term 'murderers' or 'baby killers' or 'war crime' for them.
Apparently the natives of marshmallow land where rainbows and unicorns are born don't appear on that radar of unqualified blinkered judgement.