If we really are doomed, why am I so happy?

Earlier this month the our 50th state got this nightmarish message:

Emergency Alert

ballistic missle inbound to hawaii
 
seek immediate shelter
 
this is not a drill
I can’t even begin to imagine the terror Hawaiians must have felt. But such, apparently, is life in 2018.
So you “duck and cover,” or whatever you’re supposed to do in a nuclear disaster situation. But then I gotta wonder, for how LONG?
Incomprehensibly scary as this scenario is, I don’t think I’d want to survive it. Those Survivalists with their bunkers and all–how long do they plan to hole up before eventually peeking out at the smouldering ruins of the only habitable planet we know of?
I chose to step out of my comfort zone and go ahead and blog about this as part of my theme for 2018; Expand. I am expanding my courage and my voice.
Did you know that the Ages of humanity (Stone, Bronze, Iron, etc) are based on the type of WEAPONRY used at that time? Not on how far we’ve advanced in medicine or agriculture or overall general knowledge.
Someone once said, “Man has never invented a weapon he hasn’t used.”  Einstein himself said he didn’t know what kind of weapons would be used in World War III, but World War IV would be fought “with sticks and stones.” Well, there’s a cheery thought.
So the recent false alarm Hawaii recently endured has left me infuriated because this sort of threat shouldn’t be a thing. Humanity is just plain stupid.
Where are the adults, who don’t feel they have to prove “mine is bigger than yours”? Where are the level heads?
And yet, despite the fact this could happen again–frighteningly for real— I’m happy. I’m happy because right now, this singular precious moment, I and my loved ones are safe. And that’s all we can hope for.
To all reading this, I, with my pacifist heart, wish you peace and safety and may we all see this year safely through.
 

2 thoughts on “If we really are doomed, why am I so happy?

  1. I can’t speak for most countries, but it’s always seemed to me that Americans love war. Our national anthem is a song about war. This is an inescapable part of the patriarchy. If women ran the world, and were faced with sending our children off to war, they wouldn’t be concerned about whose dick is bigger, but about how we can solve our differences equitably.

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