I have an unnatural curiosity for anything atomic. In the nineties, I worked at several nuclear facilities including Rocky Flats Plant north of Golden Colorado and the Nevada Test Site. My job was conducting remediation (hazardous/radiological waste cleanup) studies. The facilities themselves had been retired, but decades of men with practically unlimited funding left scars on this earth that will be here eons after our species is extinct.
Isn’t that a happy thought?
I’ve walked the rim of a test crater. I inspected abandoned five-story warehouses that used to house test weapons. I helped tear down the EPA Farm where they tested radionuclides on animals for decades.
Fuckers even did tests on beagles. BEAGLES!
I’ve seen the effects, but I would take a dose to see a mushroom cloud. The destructive supremacy is intoxicating to me. Just think what it must be like for narcissistic, control freaks like Donald and Kim Jon Un. I imagine one hand playing with their tiny bits while their other hand wavers over the button. Fucking scary scenario. Look at what just happened in Hawaii. People truly believed war had started.
Not. So. Far-fetched.
You know what they figured out after the detonation of over 900 ‘devices?’
Nuclear weapons are bad. Bad for the victims. Bad for the earth.
Bad, bad, bad, bad, BAD.
The waving of Trump’s nuclear phallus as they compare dick size is an insult to the American people.