Why we need NUCLEAR WAR.
famous Canadian Science Fiction novelist
Mark A. Carter rants about the need for
global thermonuclear war to purge the planet of
insensate evil. Oh my ...
DISCLAIMER: I want you to know from the outset that this rant is sheer insanity and has more to do with my frustration with snowflakes and the information age than any rational solution. After all, what sane person wants nuclear war?
So, do you like marshmallows? How do you feel about thermonuclear war? Read on.
First of all, I'm sick and tired of cell phones that snowflakes and flakes of all ages have come to use constantly like cybernetic attachments. I'm fed up with cell phone isolation narcissism that passes for normal behavior only because everyone is doing it and normalcy is determined by the norm. Let's call cell phone isolation, in lieu of socializing with the people around you, for what it is. It's a type of psychosis. It's a delusion of grandeur. It's using the cell phone as an excuse to be socially retarded by giving the impression that you are important. Give me a break. Cell phones have turned the world crazy. But, by definition, by actually not having a cell phone, I am the abnormal. In this upside down world where cell phone addiction is the norm, I am the crazy one.
I'm also sick of the internet with its fake news, hackers, phishers, and trolls. I'm sick of viruses and virus updates to protect my system, after the fact, by removing malware that it couldn't stop to start with. And I'm sick of social media web sites and all the so-called friends that you make. Let's face it, it's all about sales. It's all about numbers, preferences and purchases. It's all about browser habits. And it's all about the metadata that is collected on all of us by government agencies and other entities. That information is valuable. It is sold and bought, passed through algorithms, and used to determine what you will buy next and who is or will be a potential terrorist.
|Artwork by Mark Teare.
|Illustration courtesy of Fallout 4: Nuka-World
|from the Fallout Series by Bethesda Game Studios © 2016.
And lastly, I'm tired of wars per se and the psychotics that start them for whatever deluded reasons. There has never been a time in my entire life when there wasn't a war going on somewhere in the world. Why? Wars are never about what the average person wants. The average person wants to live a life. It is the politicians and the military who always justify their reason for fighting wars with the usual propaganda. But the truth be told, it's all about the money. Politicians are heavily invested in industries that manufacture the tools of war. It's called the Military Industrial Complex. And it's self-perpetuating. If you want to employ your people and give them a reasonable standard of living, you have to eventually fight a war even if you have to make it up. We usually pick on somebody weaker, as all bullies do. An example would be Great Britain sending an armada down to the Falklands Islands in 1982 to face off with the Argentine navy because their country was planning to reclaim the Islas Malvinas. Really?
Sometimes, when I attempt to think of a workable solution to all of the world's problems from the confines of my armchair, from which I quarterback the nightly news or what I call "the disaster chronicles," I just want to throw in the towel and end it all. I say nuke them. Nuke them to Mars. I imagine a singular nuclear burst high in the atmosphere over North America that will release enough widespread electromagnetic pulse (EMP) to fry every piece of electronics on the continent. And I imagine similar high altitude bursts over the other continents plunging the entire world into a new Dark Age. What would follow would be magnificent … silence. But that idea is merely sci-fi speculation and is drastic, simple, and quite insane.
Do you want to hear something even more insane? Perhaps the solution lies in global thermonuclear war? But I am doubtful because it's a one way ticket. If all the nukes in the world are dumped, it will spell the end of everything; plus, nuclear winter as a bonus. But because there's no money in it, it probably will never occur. A limited nuclear war might be the solution. At least some serious pundits are once again considering it. It would wipe out hundreds of millions of people and would be beneficial in terms of population control. There would be much rebuilding to do in the aftermath. And that equals cash. It would make politicians richer than they already are. That idea is much better and worse but equally insane.
So, let's talk reality.
the sixties, like an
insidious sword of Damocles, the
specter of nuclear war has constantly hung over our heads.
In fact, my life was never the same after I read a
dog-eared and dusty Cold War era pamphlet that I found in my neighbor's garage. It was called
If an A-Bomb Falls (1951)
by Ethan Persoff. It was a
survival guide to an atomic attack. The Director of Education of the Lincoln County Board must have read it for him to order regular "duck and cover" drills. I remember them well.
I used to talk to my dad about digging a
survival shelter in the back yard, as other fathers had
been doing with their sons. But he just laughed and continued
to watch Hockey Night in Canada®
from the comfort of his easy chair after a torturous
week's work at the local car plant, as if hockey was the more
important of the two. And my mother thought I was touched because
I woke up screaming nightly from bête
noires about atomic annihilation.
I used to
day dream about surviving
an atomic blast, perhaps even a
nuclear blast that hit Toronto
or Niagara Falls.
In those childish day dreams, the air raid sirens would go off
and we always had ten minutes
to prepare, to fill a pot full of water to drink, to grab a tin
of beans sans a can opener,
to grab a blanket to cower under as the end neared.
Right. Sure. You bet. The sirens would go off and we
would all rush downstairs to the basement to huddle in a dark
corner. But, in reality, there was no dark corner of our basement.
There were four windows. And
more than likely, there would be no siren warning us of impending
Armageddon. There would merely
be a flash of light. And to quote
Sarah Conner from the 1991
film Terminator 2: Judgment
Day, directed by James Cameron, "Anybody not wearing
two million sunblock is gonna have a real bad day."
So, why worry,
or perhaps paranoid expectation
to not survive through the eighties
led me, in 1981, to write The
Doomsday Theme in Science Fiction. It also led me
to fatalistically give up
on my paper chase toward a PhD.
I figured, why bother? And, as expected, we have come close to
nuclear war on several occasions
over the years ... but no cigar.
And rather unexpectedly, we are still here.
Excerpt from the article: "Nervous about nukes again?"|
by Dan Zak, August 3, 2016, The Washington Post
In 1961, a B-52 bomber broke up over North Carolina and dropped two warheads to the earth; each had the potential to explode with the force of 200-plus Hiroshimas.
In 1979, Carter's national security adviser, Zbigniew Brzezinski, was told that hundreds of missiles were on their way from the Soviet Union; a minute before he called the president to coordinate a devastating response, he was told that the military had misinterpreted a training exercise.
In 1983 and 1995, Moscow came within minutes of retaliating against false alarms - the first prompted by sunlight reflecting off clouds, the second by a NASA research rocket.
In 2007, six warheads were mistakenly flown from North Dakota to Louisiana before anyone realized that nuclear weapons had been in the air over the United States.
In 2012, an 82-year-old Catholic nun and two fellow peace activists easily intruded into a weapons site in East Tennessee that is nicknamed "the Fort Knox of Uranium" and hosts perhaps the biggest stockpile of fissile material in the world.
In March, 14 airmen at a Wyoming base that manages nuclear missiles were suspended for illegal drug activity.
Stanley Kubrick's 1964 film
Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love
the Bomb, based on the
1958 novel Red Alert
by Peter George, we
have all become complacent about our ability to annihilate ourselves
several times over. But let me remind you, the threat is still
there despite disarmament, test ban treaties, and
what have you.
my thinking has changed. Perhaps it is a good thing that
we have nukes. Perhaps, given
the insane, bleeding heart, liberal
mindset that has spread throughout the world over the
internet, via Facebook, Twitter,
and God knows what else, nukes
are not a bad thing at all. As much as I love the
Information Age, it has gone too far. It has fostered
world-wide narcissism, where
every plebeian thinks that
his two bit, inarticulate mumblings
are worth shouting out to the world. The
mindless minions take offense at literally everything.
They have utterly no sense of history. The lowest common denominator
prevails. And they think they have the right to say anything,
even going so far as to repeatedly suggest that the
President should be assassinated. Whoa. That
crosses the line from free speech to sedition. So, perhaps
nukes are a good thing. I
would like to EMP the world
back to the Stone Age. But
that's just me.
Dr. Strangelove (1964)
directed by Stanley Kubrick
are hardly super if they do not use their
nukes. But because of mutually
assured destruction, superpowers have been
de facto eliminated. Meanwhile, the
worldwide coup has prevailed to
brainwash the delusional minions
into feeling that the pseudo-science
notion of global warming is a reality. Everybody is doing
altogether too much feeling and not enough thinking. Everyone
is sexting and
texting and living their so-called
lives on-line and crawled
up each other's arses. Really? Mixing of the races to
eliminate race entirely is being foisted
on us constantly in advertisements. But this
assassination insinuation is the last straw. There is
just too much to deal with, too much that needs repair. Also, when you consider the US national debt, it makes good fiscal sense to bomb the shit out of those who we owe money to. Just sayin'. So, if
you ask me, it's time for a purge for whatever the reason.
I have considered
for years in what form the great cull
of humanity would take. I considered the biological,
the chemical, and the genetic. But I have never before contemplated
the nuclear option. But between you,
me, and the lamppost, rather than be converted by aliens
to their perverse religion, or have my head cut off by a
religious zealot, I move that we
take out the entire world. This
disingenuous evil has spread world wide. And I do not
believe that piece-meal justice
or piece-meal military maneuvers
will mitigate the problems.
The seeds of anarchy are everywhere
out there. The sooner that you pull
one out, two more germinate.
It's time for the farmer to
scorch the garden killing the good with the evil to cleanse
The Edge of Tomorrow (2014)
directed by Doug Liman
© Village Roadshow, RatPac
In the face of
it, every post-apocalyptic
story is not about who started it, except perhaps the
1962 novel Failsafe
by Eugene Burdick
and Harvey Wheeler. Put plainly,
because we have developed nuclear
weapons, they will inevitably be used. So, maybe it's
time. Call it spring cleaning
or draining the swamp.
People have gone
crazy. Perhaps there's something in the soda pop, the drinking
water or the bottled water that is making
so-called Democrats or Liberals
insane. Perhaps it's something in the food that makes
them suffer the delusion that they have the right to do just
about anything, irrespective of the law. Perhaps it's hormones
in our industrial grade protein that is turning men into
wannabe women. Oh, have you heard the latest insanity?
Men can have periods. I kid you not.
Personally I think things are so messed up that, if it
was up to me, I would nuke my own
country to Mars and start again
once the dust clears. Perhaps we should just
nuke the entire world while we are at it. If you believe
what Walter M. Miller, Jr.
suggested in his 1960 novel
A Canticle for Leibowitz,
it has already happened and will happen again in the future.
It is the cyclic destiny of
mankind to emerge from the Dark Ages,
and pass through the Middle
Ages, the Renaissance,
the Age of Enlightenment,
and the Industrial Revolution
to the Atomic Age and to destroy
itself all over again. As in the 2014
film Edge of Tomorrow:
Live, Die, Repeat, directed by
Doug Liman, it's time to end this
timeline and repeat until we get it right.
Since we have
already tested close to two thousand
nukes, including space blasts
by both superpowers
in the midst of the Cuban Missile
Crisis, a veritable World
War III's worth of radiation has already messed up the
world so that half of the population is coming down with cancer.
So, I say wage World War IV
starting with our own cities. Don't rely on someone else to do
it or to start it. Be pre-emptive.
Be assertive. Be active not reactive. After all,
if you want something done right, do it yourself.
On the other hand, we don’t really have to raise a finger. Since the Doomsday Clock maintained by the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists’ Science and Security Board at the University of Chicago lists the threat of global nuclear war at three minutes to midnight, give it time. The smallest incident is quite capable of ending us all without us initiating anything.
First, as I have already pointed out, mistakes and near misses have occurred and are likely to occur in the future. Second, there is the nutso factor. Attitudes toward nuclear deterrents have changed. Military pundits are now discussing the insane notion of winning a nuclear war. And some are willing to accept civilian fatalities in the hundreds of millions to achieve that insane notion. And that is as crazy and as real as it gets. And you thought my suggestion was nuts. Take a number.
Excerpts from the article: "America Must Be Ready to Nuke Back Fast"|
by Gordon G. Chang, August 22, 2016, nationalinterest.org
In July, 2005, Major General Zhu Chenghu said that China was prepared “for the destruction of all of the cities east of Xian.” Most of China’s population and most of the country’s major cities are east of that city.
And in August, 2011, Xu Guangyu, a retired Chinese General blurted out comments to the South China Morning Post that his country was planning "a surprise attack on the US."
So, how did we get to this point? It’s all about the Frankenstein Motif. I defined it back in 1981. It predicts that we always ultimately lose control of our creations. But it applies to more than mere literature. After all, art imitates life imitates art. Science Fiction authors have been writing scenarios about our annihilation for years to warn us. But have we listened? No. We monkey-boys just continue to be fascinated by fire. But why build a small fire when you can create a bonfire? Somebody please tell me why the Russians had the need to construct an insanely large 50 Megaton thermonuclear bomb called Tsar Bomba, first tested in 1961, which was 3,333 times more powerful than Little Boy that was dropped on Hiroshima. Source: http://www.popularmechanics.com/military/a23306/nuclear-bombs-powerful-today/. Quite frankly, I think we, as a species, have a death wish. We continue to invent and to perfect our weapons of war, in the name of science. But all kidding aside, with a crazed world equipped with MIRV nukes, a triad of world-wide delivery systems, and GPS targeting, it’s not a matter of if but when.
So, stick another marshmallow into the nuclear conflagration and enjoy. That momentary sweetness you taste isn't the mallow. It's your own flesh incinerating like a side of pork just before you turn to ash and blow away.
C'est la vie.