Savage, despicable evil. That's what we were fighting in Iraq. That's why a lot of people, myself included, called the enemy 'savages.' There really was no other way to describe what we encountered there.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The very use of the word savage, as it is applied in its general sense, I am inclined to believe is an abuse of the word, and the people to whom it is applied.
There are various kinds of savagery: emotional, spiritual, economic, and cultural savagery.
A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate.
Humankind seems to have an enormous capacity for savagery, for brutality, for lack of empathy, for lack of compassion.
The enemy fought with savage fury, and met death with all its horrors, without shrinking or complaining: not one asked to be spared, but fought as long as they could stand or sit.
We are all ready to be savage in some cause. The difference between a good man and a bad one is the choice of the cause.
'Evil' is quite a blanket term. People aren't the demonic characters we would like them to be sometimes.
I was a savage for so many years of my life. There was some seed of determination in me that I was not conscious of. I was mostly consciously getting into trouble and drunk.
Evil is such a simplistic way to describe any character, be it Iago or Caliban, or any character from history.
Savages we call them because their manners differ from ours.