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“I’m happy that we’re still all alive…”
-CNN’s Ana Navarro
By William Thomas
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was whatever the new god on the block happened to utter or Tweet. Thus, the Donald spake: “Let there be light!” And from his pudgy hands sprang the blinding glare of a hundred-thousand suns.
At home in the greatest country in the world (give or take), the gathering darkness of homelessness and addiction, destitution and despair, illness and ill will, climatic destruction and climactic graft, and the brazen robbery of all by a few dozen billionaires was spreading across the land.
From god to goddamned in less than a hundred days, with his entire house in disarray, in attempting to hand control of the military to the military, the bathtub admiral somehow managed to “lose” a mighty carrier battle group somewhere between Oahu and Sydney and the South China Sea. Even faster than those hellbound ships, he was going down.
As with so many briefly ascendant White House gods before him, the Donald was finding it much easier to make grand pronouncements than to actually carry out those promised policies in a crumbling mansion of many rooms – most needing urgent repair. As his predecessors had found, with more weapons than all other nations combined, it’s so much easier making messes of uncooperative countries than dealing with problems at home.
And with a knee-jerk public and
sycophantic press stroking him on, it’s so much more pleasant – and “presidential”
– ejaculating in spasms of cruise missiles and big bombs. Never mind the
mountainous toll of innocents. Best of all, blowing up “enemy” children and their
moms is fantastic for reversing flagging ratings.
Like a little boy discovering firecrackers, the Donald has fallen in love with cruise missiles. Launched from unassailable warships plying remote seas, these highly profitable munitions were said by those who fired them during a Desert Storm to be “accurate” if they hit the country they were aimed at.
The most fun was scarfing chocolate cake at his Florida beach resort, while telling the head of the world’s most populous nation that he’d just fired 59 missiles at Iraq. “I mean, Syria,” the Donald revised.
Whatever. Only 23 missiles hit the pre-warned Shayrat airfield, where nine civilians, including four children, were killed and another nine people injured.
A wayward Tomahawk also struck the village of al-Hamrat, killing four civilians, including a child. Another seven civilians were wounded when another muddled missile hit homes in al-Manzul.
His dinner guest was not impressed. To Hu Jintao and the 95.6% of Earth’s population who are not citizens of the USA! USA! USA! it is becoming alarmingly clear that the man whose presidential prerogative of “going nucular” far exceeds his comprehension of the consequences... is going to go for it.
Whether it starts with an aerial clash over Syria, over-enthusiastic marines trespassing the Russian border, a naval incident off Mischief Reef, or a swarm of Tomahawks hunting a singular scalp in Pyongyang – with so many pots bubbling on an overheated hegemonic stove, it’s only a matter of time before one boils over.
How much time?
Less than three-minutes.
The hands of the Doomsday Clock have just jumped under the hands of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists, who see imminent danger to humanity – and all other critters sharing this tiny rock – from abrupt climate shift and the melted blinking corneas of nuclear annihilation.
The bulletin’s board has taken the "unprecedented" step of moving the clock 30 seconds closer to midnight. It is now just 2 1/2 minutes away from total, complete, irrecoverable and otherwise final human extinction.
Explaining the latest twitch in those hypnotic clock-hands, the Bulletin's Science and Security Board observed that our lemming-like rush to complicit calamity follows “a U.S. presidential campaign during which the eventual victor, Donald Trump, made disturbing comments about the use and proliferation of nuclear weapons and expressed disbelief in the overwhelming scientific consensus on climate change” already threatening to drown his £750m golf course in Scotland.
The blasphemers added, "Even though he has just now taken office, the president's intemperate statements, lack of openness to expert advice, and questionable cabinet nominations have already made a bad international security situation worse."
Conceived in 1947 by scientists freaking out after they’d released the atomic jinn over Nagasaki and Hiroshima, this is the first time in the Doomsday Clock's 70-year history that the advisory board has adjusted their terminal timepiece by 30 seconds.
"Facts are stubborn things," said physicist Lawrence Krauss in an apparent swipe at a White House dizzily spinning its own alternative realities. “And they must be taken into account if the future of humanity is to be preserved."
Urging members of the public to speak to their political leaders, the scientist added that important decisions about humanity's future shouldn't be left to a few men.
Or a single buffoon.
On this eve of global disaster, who dares remind the Donald that while he plays with his nuclear toys, the megatons of methane beginning to pour out of the rapidly thawing Arctic are about to render even his most fearsome weapons redundant and obsolete.
Either way, unless stopped by the simple expedient of immediately terminating their employment, the Donald and his acolytes are bent on killing us all.
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