[Music| The Beatles - Hello Goodbye]
Note to self: Always read The Star Tribune site before posting a pointless post at Blogger. Indeed, I have found something to talk and think about at my local newspaper's site. The link: 7 nations named in US nuke plan.
Chilling. The term "surprising military developments" is especially scary.
*Turns on Dave Matthews Band - When The World Ends*
It's a scary thought. Unless we deter it somehow, the sun will one day explode, like all stars, and we'll all be dead. Earth will be a faint memory. But. That's a good five billion years away at least. Their problem. What would be horrible is if us humans hate each other so much that they end it's life five billion years too soon, give or take a year. Think footage of the World Trade Center collapsing was bad? Imagine a new nuclear attack on NYC. When the world ends. The buildings of Chicago, blasted, gone. When the world ends. LA. Gone. When the world ends. Oh, hell, Minneapolis, those beautiful skyscrapers I look out upon every day, gone. When the world ends.
Come on people. Can't we get along for a mere five billion years?
Note to self: Always read The Star Tribune site before posting a pointless post at Blogger. Indeed, I have found something to talk and think about at my local newspaper's site. The link: 7 nations named in US nuke plan.
Chilling. The term "surprising military developments" is especially scary.
*Turns on Dave Matthews Band - When The World Ends*
It's a scary thought. Unless we deter it somehow, the sun will one day explode, like all stars, and we'll all be dead. Earth will be a faint memory. But. That's a good five billion years away at least. Their problem. What would be horrible is if us humans hate each other so much that they end it's life five billion years too soon, give or take a year. Think footage of the World Trade Center collapsing was bad? Imagine a new nuclear attack on NYC. When the world ends. The buildings of Chicago, blasted, gone. When the world ends. LA. Gone. When the world ends. Oh, hell, Minneapolis, those beautiful skyscrapers I look out upon every day, gone. When the world ends.
Come on people. Can't we get along for a mere five billion years?