Are you thirty-something? Remember the '80's? The big hair? The neon spandex? Swatches? That crazy music? Good times.
Remember when Reagan was president, and he decided to balloon the nuclear arsenal until it could kill tens of thousands of dozens of millions of people, and the Soviets offered to sign a treaty stipulating that neither side would use nuclear weapons first, and Reagan refused to sign it? They called it Reagan's "first strike" doctrine. Good times.
Remember when you started understanding what nuclear weapons could do, and you got really scared, and you found out how close you were to the nearest city or military base or power plant, and figured out whether you'd get swallowed up in the fireball, or get caught in the shock wave, or take a heavy dose of radiation that would punch millions of little holes through your body and die in a few weeks of the infections you got when your intestinal fluids leaked into your abdominal cavity, or whether you'd have the chance to try to survive for a few months or years in whatever was left of the world? Good times.
Remember that night when you were eleven and you had that nuclear nightmare, and you woke up around 2:30 in the morning and walked downstairs and looked around and saw all the telephone poles still standing and slowly realized that you weren't the only person left alive or a ghost, but you were still scared, and you finally went back to bed and got to sleep around 4:00. Then suddenly there was this blast of light and you threw your arm over your eyes and jumped out of bed groping for a place to brace for the shock wave, until it gradually dawned on you that it was morning and that light was the sun? Good times.
Remember The Police? Great band. Remember Sting before he started singing lounge music? Remember the lyrics?
Hey mighty Brontosaurus
Don't you have a lesson for us
You thought your rule would always last
There were no lessons in your past
You were built three stories high
They say you would not hurt a fly
If we explode the atom bomb
Would they say that we were dumb?
In Europe and America, thereís a growing feeling of hysteria
Conditioned to respond to all the threats
In the rhetorical speeches of the Soviets
Mr. Reagan says we will protect you
I donít subscribe to this point of view
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too
What's all this got to do with Bush? Read on.
REMEMBER THE THING THAT SCARED YOU THE MOST? REMEMBER THE THING THAT SCARED EVERYONE THE MOST? WHAT IF SOME CRAZY WORLD LEADER DECIDED TO START A WAR FOR NO GOOD REASON?
And what if it turned out you had voted for the guy? Was that what made you decide not to care anymore? Was that what made you decide not to vote anymore?
Well, 2004 is the year to turn it all around, folks, because all the doom-and-gloom scenarios of the 1980s have been actualized. George W. Bush has embraced a first-strike policy. The Bush Administration is fast-tracking new nuclear weapons to be used on the battlefield. George W. Bush has started a war for no good reason. The consequences of that war are spiraling out of our control, and we are faced with the disastrous consequences. Take a moment and for the sake of Sweet Baby Jesus slap yourself out of your stupor! We can not, even through inaction, allow this man -- who has established he is willing to strike first, use nuclear weapons and start a major war for no good reason -- to keep his finger on the button for another four years.
We are standing closer to the brink than we might think. What might save us, me and you, is if the Republicans love their children too.
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