Dreams of Fire.

I have recurring dreams of nuclear war. I am usually looking out at Boston and I can see a mushroom cloud, but I never seem to get incinerated. Good times.

Growing up in the 80s, one thing that left a big impression on me was that there are hundreds of missiles pointed at the United States, waiting to kill me and everyone I know at the push of a button. Those missiles are still pointed at me, I am sure, but now it is the terrorists who are going to nuke us.

Some days, I want someone to push that button and just get rid of humanity. Its been that kind of week.