Mark A. Carter

Why we need NUCLEAR WAR.

World famous Canadian Science Fiction writer 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.

Since 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, right?

My realistic 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.


Like 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.

Moreover, 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

© Columbia

Superpowers 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 it all.


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 Fail-Safe 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,

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: 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.

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from the imagination of Mark A. Carter - writer

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