Back in the good old days under the very real threat of global nuclear holocaust the common refrain was that under the horrible post attack conditions, there was very little reason to want to live. I mean, you were losing your hair and crapping blood and all the farmland was poisoned with radiation. A few hardy souls stockpiled their underground fallout shelters and waited with glee for the commies to kill all our socialists so that a new world order could rise out of the ashes. Now, I can understand how nuclear war was not something you wanted to be around after. It would plain suck, and you can almost excuse those that chose to live atground zero so as not to feel either the pain or suffer the anticipation. I wasn’t one of them but I can certainly understand the trade off they made. Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we glow in the dark.
Today, the prospects of nuclear war have increased in probability. But more likely than not it will be a limited war rather than a global one. Not guaranteed, but then what is anymore? Most likely we’ll just get a Chernobyl amount of fallout and die in our fifties rather than sixties, assuming we avoid ending up in the stewpot. But the old complaint still seems to be there. Oh my goodness gracious, how can I be expected to live like a primitive POOR person? Do without my grid and central heat and SUV, sucking at the corporate teet to sustain myself in high style? Never. I would never live primitively, pouring water out of a jug and putting on a sweater to stay warm. I’ll just stay in the city and have every convenience. If the end comes I’ll just bug out to my summer estate in my armored limo. People have gone from not wanting to live like chemo patients to not being able to conceive of living without luxuries. How friggin sad. We have become so conditioned to living an overfed and bloated existence with everything at push button control, we don’t want to survive its end. Live on grain and beans? Inconceivable! If I can’t have my freeze dried canned food I don’t want any at all.
Why survive? Because we are not a bunch of spineless worms that jump off a bridge when we get too sad. I’m getting all teary that our lives can’t all be perfect. Humans have a built in survival instinct. You prepare to survive if you are a normal human. Who asks this kind of question anyway? Dial 1-800-DarwinWasRightAndIShouldDie, share your feelings, and then blow your brains out and do all of us a favor.
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