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Monday, January 30, 2017

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Topics: Commentary, Existentialism, Nuclear Power, Politics

70 years...1947 to 2017.

Clearly in my fifth decade of life, I have vivid disturbing memories of the world post Hiroshima and Nagasaki, 1945:

"Duck and cover drills": the most asinine exercise to bend-over-and-kiss-your-ass-goodbye I recall with a certain level of disdain.

The Red Scare: Post the McCarthy era, ALL things Russian were bad. COINTELPRO used the scare as raison d'être to infiltrate Civil Rights organizations like the Black Panther Party of Self Defense, the Congress Of Racial Equality (C.O.R.E.), the NAACP, the Nation of Islam, the Southern Christian Leadership Conference; the Student Nonviolent Coordination Committee (S.N.C.C.). We lived through The Cold War, the possibility of a conflict with Gog and Magog loomed in every ROTC and Sunday School class. Hal Lindsey's The Late, Great Planet Earth practically dripped with it.

M.A.D.: Mutual (or Mutually) Assured Destruction. When you've each reduced the planet to a crisp cinder, what victory does ANYONE left alive sanely claim?

The Doomsday Clock was meant to be figurative only. The Bulletin of Atomic Scientists have always used it to foster a continual public debate (when you debate, you cannot war) regarding the existentialism question Shakespeare through Hamlet posed:

To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

At USED TO BE figurative, only.

The Bulletin: It is two and a half minutes to midnight
2017 Doomsday Clock Statement
Science and Security Board
Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists
Editor, John Mecklin

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