Fire and Fury scares the Hell out of me. It sounds nuclear. Shock and Awe had a deadly tone, but it sounded like old, white men wagging their dicks. This Fire and Fury is more ominous.
I lay in bed last night awake – the rants of the idiot in the White House or congress never keep me awake – this Fire and Fury talk did.
I thought about millions dead, decades of nuclear fallout. I thought about the power grid.
I have zero faith in the competence, compassion, wisdom or humanity of either one of these spoiled, thin-skinned children playing with the fate of the world.
Should I stock up on weapons for protection and to kill things to eat? The stores in this country will be looted and empty in under a week. What about cash, every dime most of us have is ones and zeros spinning on the plate of a hard drive somewhere.
What about confused, old broken people who can’t walk or get to the toilet without two people helping them, like my mom? Nursing homes and hospitals with no power or medications or food, maybe water. What happens to them when the staff stays home to be with their family’s.
How will I be in contact my daughter. Will I ever see her or her girls again.
I thought, I hoped, the world learned a lesson in 1962.
Like them or hate them Kennedy and Khrushchev fully understood the weight of the decisions they faced.
These two are wagging their dicks at each other while the world watches.
It takes a lot to scare me. These two scare me.
To call them clowns would imply there was something remotely amusing about them – there is nothing funny about any of this.
