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Who needs an air raid shelter when
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Fifty years ago we would practice air raid drills in school by hiding under our desks. I guess the prevailing wisdom was that atomic weapons could not penetrate square wooden objects. A theory that was thoroughly refuted after Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Some teachers even asked the students to bring bedding to cover themselves for protection. During a nuclear war this would have been the equivalent of jumping into an active volcano and expecting to survive because you were wrapped in silk sheets. These days almost everyone is getting nuclear weapons, and for the most part they hate us. While we laugh at our naive attempt to avoid annihilation in the past at least we took it seriously. President Obama supports a policy that limits the U.S. using nuclear weapons under certain circumstances*. Having a weapon and telling your enemy you won't use it invites aggression doesn't it? Maybe we should go back to having drills and cowering under wooden objects. We may not survive, but crouching down will make it easier to kiss your ass goodbye.
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http://www.reuters.com/article/2010/04/06/us-nuclear-usa-announcement-idUSTRE6352YK20100406
These words are just as true today as they were in 1965
ReplyDeleteEVE OF DESTRUCTION
The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'
But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.
Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin'
I'm sitting here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.