We are still but a launch code away from Armageddon

If there were no longer belief in John of the Apocalypse, it would be necessary to invent it.

As we speak, the Northern Hemisphere is quietly preparing for nuclear annihilation—and no, the end of the Cold War hasn’t put paid to that. Governments may not be bothering with public information broadcasts these days, but don’t let that fool you, they are still heavily investing in nuclear weaponry—300 million dollars’ worth every single day according to ICAN(International Campaign to Abolish Nuclear Weapons).

Ask yourself how much of that enormous budget is spent on defending, or at least preparing, the general public for a potential attack…

A nuclear exchange between opposing superpowers would likely involve at least several thousand nuclear strikes, each one measured not in megatons but in multiples of Hiroshimas—the macabre scale we resort to in order to more fully absorb the magnitude of destruction. An initial high-altitude detonation is designed to neutralise electronic components to a degree which if taken in isolation would likely create continental disruption and widespread misery. As it is, any of the multiple low-level attacks would generate a flash sufficient to scorch the retina of anyone unfortunate enough to see it; and the blistering tsunami to follow would be of such ferocity, every tree, home, pub, office, shop, bird, animal and human being within the blast zone would be swept into oblivion. What’s more, it is thought that anything within the wider zone of twenty miles or so surviving the initial blast would be engulfed in a hellish inferno like the firestorms of Dresden. The silhouettes cast on what remains of a wall or concrete floor from the primary explosion will no doubt leave particularly eerie snapshots of humanity’s failure…. But who will be left to ponder them? Both Western and Eastern scientists agree that there won’t be many after taking into account the pandemic levels of radiation sickness and the freezing aftermath caused by the dirty, ashen smog blotting out the sun.


Supposing there was a flash point in Korea, or an incident in the Levant sparked a serious naval incident in the Mediterranean, and a rapid escalation of violence forced our leaders to suspend their normal schedules to frantically engage in eleventh hour diplomacy, but to no avail. Would they take to the streets to reassure the citizens and stand shoulder to shoulder, arm in arm to face extinction together?

Most unlikely: the ‘great and the good’ will no doubt be scuttling like cockroaches into their nests, or quietly slithering into their secret holes (some of which would put a five-star hotel to shame). Once the hulking blast-proof doors are sealed, our fate will be discussed by men in uniforms and suits, seated in subterranean war rooms and control centres, and we will no longer need any further proof that when they say we they don't really mean us.


The Art of War requires that we ‘know our enemy’, but first we need to correctly identify the enemy or, better still, have them identify themselves. So, who exactly are we at war with? The Russians, the North Koreans? That’s what they’d have us believe; anyone but the politicians, the hawkish generals, the VIPs, oligarchs and moguls scrambling for the bunkers.

While they are fully ensconced in their over-equipped shelters, whatever’s left of irradiated life topside will inexorably perish. The age of men gathering on the battlefield to engage in life and death combat while the children and non-combatants hope for the best back home is long gone. What’s more, the current reversal of affairs seems like the most natural thing in the world.

So how could it possibly come to this; how did we end up on the front line and not the instigators?

How did we come to be so easily led by such people; to so idly accept the sociopathic scheming of this uncompromising bunch who absolutely refuse to loosen their icy grip? And what about the darker forces still, on all sides, who skulk beneath the radar, coolly plotting false flags and blag bag operations, bribing and blackmailing the venal into doing their bidding; prodding and nudging groups into ever greater and more vicious conflict with one another, while the media elicits our consent, makes us suspicious of the real facts and hostile to anyone who presents them?

But wouldn’t it be a thing if despite all their rigorous programming, the submarine and land-based missile crews of all the nation states realised that the order to launch must surely be the signal to mutiny; to evacuate all the bunkers and, what’s more, lockdown all the remainder in their multimillion dollar dungeons? After all, if they love it so much down there with their own…

Wouldn't that be a thing?