Are You Scared Of Nuclear War With North Korea? You Shouldn’t Be.

Even North Korea hawks are on edge these days as tensions rise to operatic levels. DJT’s latest effort at velvet glove diplomacy ended in something like this:

Referring to North Korea’s volatile leader, Kim Jong-un, Mr. Trump said, “he has been very threatening beyond a normal state, and as I said, they will be met with fire and fury, and frankly power the likes of which this world has never seen before.”

Okay, so it ended exactly like that. We always knew Baby Boomers were going to go out kicking and screaming, we just didn’t know they were going to take the rest of us out with them. We are, it seems, careening towards a dangerous confrontation between a bloodthirsty lunatic and whatever you want to call Kim Jong Un.

Have you ever seen Miracle Mile? It’s an older movie, but its central theme is still relevant. When the bombs come, there’s little anyone can do to prevent their destruction.

But here’s the silver lining, a point of view that the scaremongers have largely ignored. Yes, North Korea’s ICBM’s are now capable of reaching Alaska. But it’s Alaska, which is a barely a state and full of criminals, cops who can’t get any shut-eye, ol’ Timey prospectors, vampires and Sarah Palin.

And sure, now North Korea’s regime is threatening to take out Guam, but to be honest, a plurality of Americans don’t even know Guam is a thing. It’s an unincorporated blip on the national consciousness.

This kind of news could fill your heart with terror, if you let it. It’s been a couple decades since we’ve really been collectively afraid of being blasted to smithereens, so maybe we’re due. And while some of us, like ROTLP’s own ThePiedSpicer, are fleeing to their leftist militarized bunkers, I see no benefit in hiding from our fate.

Say you’re lucky(?) enough to live in an area spared from the nuclear holocaust and its deleterious effects. What then? Most likely a World War I-style calling in of international alliances followed by a brutal, pointless bloodbath.

No thanks.

Bring on that sweet atomic death, I say. And while we’re waiting, crack open a cold one, go see a movie, have a frantic orgy — whatever it is your heart desires. We’ve all got to die sometime, so we might as well go out on a high note.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *