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“Unlike earlier wars. in which there Were political alms either of conquest or domination. what is at stake in this one is war itself: its status, its meaning. its future. It is beholden not to have an objective but to prove its very existence (this crisis of identity affects the existence ofus all). In effect, it has lost much of its credibility.”

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Jean Baudrillard
Jean Baudrillard

Jean Baudrillard was a French philosopher known for his critical studies on consumerism, media, and semiotics. His theories have had a profound impact on postmodernism and cultural studies. more

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