Okay, part of my bad mood is I read a paper today...
The news is all bad, and I have this to offer as a solution.
I wish comics were real, then all we would have to do, to solve any solution, is stick the fighting/arguing sides in a room with this wimpy guy named Bruce.... and remind them not to make him angry.
Either they would settle their differences, swiftly, just to leave the room, and as fast as possible the continent, or they'd piss him off out of ignorance, he'd get angry, they'd find out why no one likes him when he's angry, and then Hulk would SMASH the problem, ending it. Permanently. If the latter happens often enough, peace would break out.
And if they really tick us off, we give Dr. Banner a giant burrito before locking him inside, imagine the scramble to make peace and leave the blast zone if Hulk said. "Don't make me pull my finger, you won't like it if I pull my finger."
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