Conversation in the car yesterday on the way home from school:
"Why are you sighing, daddy?"
"It's the Bush Man. He's evil and he's trying to destroy the world."
"Can anyone fight him?"
"I don't know."
"Hot Man can fight him."
"I wish that were true."
"Hot Man can fight Bush Man and Doctor Octopus and The Rhino."
"Why is Bush Man trying to hurt people?"
"Because he's crazy."
"He's only trying to hurt grownups. Not kids."
"Well, to be fair, he doesn't really think he's going to hurt people. Especially kids. But because he's crazy, he's going to hurt everyone."
"I will put hot things all over him and then the giant birds will come and eat him."
"That would be much appreciated, son."
What was I supposed to tell him? That the United States is going to test 700 tons of "bunker-buster" bombs in the Nevada Desert on June 2? It's not like he would understand what that means. I doubt that protests by the Shoshone tribe are going to stop the operation, which bears the Strangelovian name "Divine Strake." I don't know what a strake is, but I do know that this President considers himself the instrument of God's will on Earth. Judging from the rhetoric coming from the White House, and from Iran's outward taunting of us, I would have to conclude that a catastrophic nuclear war is imminent. This is really happening. I'm terrified, and worst of all, I feel terrible for my son. He didn't ask to be brought to life at the end of civilization. I'm sure all of you parents (and non) feel the same way. We cannot allow our mad President to launch a nuclear weapon. Who is going to stop this from happening?
"What kind of a world are we leaving for our children?" may be a cliche. This time, though, it's a cliche worth asking. Now I will leave you all to enjoy Humanity's Darkest Hour.