It is August 6th, 2025.

This is the warning.

80 years ago this morning, the world changed in a flash.

The Enola Gay, the B-29 Strata Fortress under the command of Colonel Paul Tibbets,

dropped a single bomb on its target, Hiroshima.

The nuclear mushroom cloud that rose over that city

heralded a new era in the affairs of human civilization.

Mankind in an instant claimed the power of the gods, the power of Armageddon,

the ability to extinct life on Earth.

And so yesterday, a man who holds that power appeared from the roof of the White House.

Holding court to the White House press court

talking about the nuclear weapons.

Mr. President, what do you want to build?

What are you trying to build?

Sir, do you want to build? What are you trying to build? What? Sir, you say, you approve?

You say more missiles?

Are you building missiles?

What?

Come on, Dad.

Did you say missiles?

A reassuring moment, indeed.

Now, it is six months in, and the fruits of the appeasement, Democrats voting, for instance, six of them, for Christy Nome to be the Homeland Security Secretary, here she is touring some concentration camps, being filled by Miller's men, the masked ice agents, funded to the tune of

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