Button: Are You Willing to Die for Exxon?
Through it all, the U.S. A. still holds of the dubious distinction of possessing the greatest number of the absolute worst (nuclear) weapons of mass destruction on earth, along the the means to deliver them quickly to anywhere in the world on ICBM's (Inter-Ciontginental Ballistic Missiles) and B-1 Bombers. A fact we are most reluctant to acknowledge, unless our leader is power-drunk and looking to pick a fight with another arrogant, power-drunk, meglomaniacal dictator of a country situated on valuable natural resources we'd like to lay claim to. An entertaining refresher course can be taken by watching Stanley Kubrick's 1963 darkly satiric and grimly spot-on portrayal of the Pentagon's Joint Chiefs of Staff dealing with an accidental initiation of a thermonuclear attack on a Rissian city during the height of the Cold War. It's a wonder the film ever got made or released. It's a relief that people got its deadly satiric point. The film may have played more of a role in oreventing nuclear war for several years fopllowing its thaetreicxal release than we will ever know. Thank you, Mr. Kubrick. (No thanks to the U.S. military who wouldn't help the film production in any way. So it was made in England, where they were better able to accept the absurdity of nuclear war and aid in the rechnical realism needed to make the film a success. England, already a dead empire, no longer had an ego stake in keeping up empiric appearances. Sure, they contuinued to call themselves "Great" Britain help ease them from the faded glory of their former global dominion to their role as merely a member state in the global community of nations. They were still in the elite then-small club of country's possessing "the bomb" and a delivery system to get it to their enemies' doorstep. Unlike the insolent, adolescent cold warrior, America, who in 1963 still believed deeply that God was on our side, and a domino theory that kept us in Southeast Asia from '54 to '75 and was still in the throes of its historical adolescent angst. Many would say that we still are in that teeage phase of nationhood. Just look at that last so-called President, Dubya: the epitome of the irresponsible teenage bully, compusive liar, deep in denial and a petulent narcissist.