I spend all day away from home (and I can attest that driving with a sprained ankle sucks!).  As always, music kept me going and today it was the always moving voice of Roger Waters.  I have been listening to Waters since I was 10 years old and ever since his emotion-filled music has always accompanied me through the good and the bad.

Today, just as it was getting dark, my player played Water’s beautiful ” The Tide is Turning” and, as always, I had a flashback to the years of the Cold War:

I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning

Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning
Who is the strongest, who is the best
Who holds the aces, the East or the West
This is the crap our children are learning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

Now the satellite’s confused
‘Cos on Saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart warmed
To the sight of a billion candles burning
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Billy

I’m not saying that the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology’s sword from the hand of the
War Lords
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Sylvester

The tide is turning.

“That’s it!”
[Morse Code:]
“Now the past is over but you are not alone
Together we’ll fight Sylvester Stallone
We will not be dragged down in his South China Sea
of macho bullshit and mediocrity

I can attest that by 1991 we were millions, f not not billions, who really, sincerely, believed that we were witnessing the end of this nuclear madness.  Were we naive?  Maybe.  And yet the emotion illustrated in this song, “I’m not saying that the battle is won, But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun, Wrested technology’s sword from the hand of the War Lords, Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning“, was nevertheless powerful and genuine.  And today I find myself having the same thoughts as Waters had in the 1980s: “Used to look in on the children at night, In the glow of their Donald Duck light, And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning, Who is the strongest, who is the best, Who holds the aces, the East or the West, This is the crap our children are learning“. And that makes me angry, very angry.

I think that I understand the historical circumstances which resulted in the Cold War but we all, as a single humanity, we *beat* this abomination.  Even though it came close several times, “the button” was not depressed, not by the Soviets and not by the Americans.  And there even came a time when true “hardcore” military specialists (for example Marshal Nikolai Ogarkov in the Soviet Union) made a official doctrinal statement that a nuclear war was unwinnable.

And now, because of a sad collection of Neocons with absolutely no understanding of any warfare, nuclear or conventional, we are right back again to square one: a nuclear war is possible again.

The Neocons

Could they all be demonically possessed?

One could have imagined that having done 9/11 and launched the worldwide GWOT (Global War on Terror), the Neocons would have quenched their thirst for blood, but apparently this was not enough.  They had to go on challenging Russia and risk not just a global war, but a nuclear global war.

And now they are openly supporting the three most demonic ideologies on the planet: Daesh Takfirism, Ukro Nazism and Israeli Zionism.

That such a small amount of individuals would have such a fantastic capability for evil is just amazing, and very discouraging.

Make no mistake: absolute evil does exit.

The Saker

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