I hope someone reminds him that he can't play golf in a Hazmat suit."

[liberal N proud]

CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #579
When I was a little boy I was constantly worried about myself and my family being killed by an atom bomb. Air raid drills and hiding in underground shelters were an almost daily part of my young life. (Remove all pens, pencils and sharp objects from your breast pocket, take off your glasses, look away from the window, find a buddy, hold hands, no talking, walk quickly to the basement, get on your knees, place your head against the wall, wait for the all-clear signal, hope the teacher forgets about the arithmetic test you didn't study for.) Looking back, it was a ridiculously traumatic way to grow up. But like so many awful things, you got used to it. The fear of instant annihilation was just always there, lurking in the background. Until it wasn't. Somehow, over time, the inevitability of the mushroom cloud simply went away. Wise and prudent men in our country and others, found a better way to exercise their hatred and fear of each other's social and economic system. Until now. Now the wise and prudent men are no more, and the unthinkable is back on the table. Death and suffering on an unimaginable scale is once again an option. The low drumbeat of existential dread has returned, and I find myself thinking odd thoughts, like: "I hope someone reminds him that he can't play golf in a Hazmat suit."

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[Yonnie3]

1. We practiced those duck and cover drills in a trailer.

I spent half the day in an "overflow classroom", which was a trailer set on concrete blocks. We ignored the obvious futility of the drills. At eight miles from a nuke storage and servicing facility we figured it didn't matter what we did.