I never thought I'd miss the bad old days of Reagan posturing against the Soviets. At least then, I knew which way to face when the bomb(s) flashed off over Philadelphia.
Depressing, when I think about it - I'd pick the potential of nuclear immolation over the increasing emasculation of the country as a whole.
In fact, that's my new slogan.
"Better nuked than neutered."
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At Fiddler’s Green, where seamen true
When here they’ve done their duty
The bowl of grog shall still renew
And pledge to love and beauty.
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