Letter: Mushroom clouds
Among the first books I ever read were “On the Beach,” “Dr. Strangelove” and “Fail-Safe.” I’ve had mushroom clouds hanging over my head ever since.
Recently, it’s occurred to me that man may express his suicidal obsession in a slightly different fashion. Rather than nuclear incineration, we could opt for destroying the ozone layer and allowing the sun’s ultraviolet rays to turn the planet into a fire ball. In Revelations, God said fire, not a flood, next time.
Don’t give up on the mushroom cloud. With one goofball in Washington and another in Pyongyang with their fingers on the button and ready to go at the slightest provocation, we may end it all that way after all.
Fred Malo Jr.
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