The Cold War
was very
real when I
was a boy.
It seemed
like any day a
nuclear war
would break out
between the
U.S. and the Soviet
Union and
the world would be
plunged into
a dystopian nightmare
akin to The
Road Warrior or some
Orwellian
State.
Millions of
lives could be lost
in a strange
“Biggest kid on the Block”
muscle party
and I was terrified.
I had
childhood anxiety as I was
obsessed
with this idea that our
extinction might
be at hand.
It directly
led to my adult anxieties
without question.
And here we
are again, saber rattling,
whipping our
nuclear dicks out,
shouting, “You
want some of this!”
And it’s
terrifying. I mean that imagery
is pretty
disturbing, but the real
rhetoric is
even worse. It’s scary.
I’m scared.
I think we’ve
forgotten that bitter taste of
fear and
mistrust of our Global neighbors,
I don’t
believe it’s a flavor I’d like to revisit.
In the
meantime, I’ll be nervous, but not
as terrified
as I was as a child. I’ll hope for
the best and
that cooler, rational heads
prevail.
I hope they
put their dicks away,
wash their
hands and remember
how many
times we’ve come to the brink
of
desolation and pulled back, remembering
how terribly
finite our existence is on this little
planet.
There’s no future in reliving the past.
And I’m not
sure my anxiety can handle it this
time around.
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