Scribblings

You might as well put the hands on midnight

You know that nuclear clock that tracks how close the world is to blowing itself up in a nuclear war? Well, the POS currently sullying the White House has pushed the arms of that clock straight to midnight. I expect him to destroy us and contaminate this planet with nuclear fall out before the end of this year.

Every other 1st world nation and our own state department confirms that Iran is living up to its end of the bargain. Every other signatory to this deal calls it a diplomatic coup d’etat in successfully created a program that allows boots on the ground for inspections. Every other nation now thinks that America can no longer be trusted. POS has made it clear that he doesn’t really care if something is good or bad. If Barack Obama did it, then he’s going to undo it and let the chips fall where they may.

Well, in this case, those chips will be full of nuclear debris that will poison our planet for centuries to come. I’m guessing the really rich have shelters somewhere they can hide in while the bombs fall. They’ll survive. They won’t have anyone to do their dirty work for them anymore unless they bring their housekeepers, nannies and chefs into the shelter with them.

For me, I’d rather be wiped out when the first bomb falls. I don’t want to watch the slow, agonizing death of this earth and all its living things because that POS is mentally unbalanced and propped up by a Republican Party that would rather dance with the devil, even if nuclear war is what ends the dance, than do anything about him.

I have never felt this discouraged or despairing of our future.