Atomic bomb on the table

In the final paradox, the Russians rush towards the bombs. In a rational fear, they flee from forced conscription at home and go to geographies threatened by Putin with what should now be atomic devices to reassure audiences. Eight months later, no one reads about Ukraine, but sweetening with nuclear weapons restores the image of freshness. Contrary to analysts who live in Putin’s brain, the explosion is not linked to the Tsar’s mood. The risk was huge for years, but now it’s on the table.

Flying away with an atomic bomb is the measure of our insanity, not Putin’s. Rather than celebrate that even the strongest country on the planet cannot invade even its weakest country with impunity, we are excited to save the drills of American schoolchildren who had taken shelter under their desks in the fifties in the event of an explosion in A or H. It’s hard to believe that Putin would drop an atomic bomb at his own Ukrainian foot, but this normalization of the fungus goes back to its deepest roots. Humanity embarked on a primitive renaissance to block the proliferation of rising bills of progress, in the hope that the great catastrophe would pay off the little ones. In short, one of those situations where the remedy could be worse.