So many propaganda posters... whatever happened to good old, wrong place, wrong time and flying by the seat of your pants?
No posses or gangs. It didn't matter what side of the Kessel run you came from, or how red your eyes glowed. Sometimes you don't want to go where everybody knows your name; that's a good way to get yourself killed.
It shouldn't matter if you think passion is the only thing going; or on the other end of the spectrum, you think girls and boys are like oil and water (though secretly, deep down... you know you want to, but you can't because some code says it is wrong, and lead you to temptation; and no, not the chocolate kind!).
One person's slave, is just another person's "valuable contributors to society" (and building things). Is that a reason to go to war?
I ask you, should we strike down someone for thinking differently? So they killed your second uncle, twice removed from your mothers side; big deal! We both know you don't even like that side of the family much anyways!
Of course none of you will listen. You will continue your recruiting and your arms races, and see whom can whip out the biggest blaster. You'll try your tactics, and see if you can out gun, out smart or out flank your nemesis. You will continue to lust for the blood of your enemies, because you know no other way.
What I say here will matter little in the end, a minor blip on the road to your arms races...
I guess what I am saying is...