A.M. After Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying About Terrorism and Love Humanity

(Ben Heine - Art - The Blog)

PRESIDENT MERKIN MUFFLEY: ...You can't fight in here! This is the War Room.

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This is the hour of madness. This is the thirst that waits without minutes. This is the hour of thirst and hunger and madness. This is the jackal that paces in the hour of thirst and hunger and madness.

This is our maddening choice. This is the selection on our maddening time-pieces. This is the moment of occasional sanity, the flies on the child’s face, the hour of our madness.

This is the lanced beast and the whimper of freedom, the cry of whales, the laughter of maddened swine, the grief of hours, days and years.

This is the waste of affection’s reach, the death, if you will, of this second, this minute, this day, this year, this time of madness in the world, like the previous, that erupted in howling, hands around the neck like a buoy snarled in razor-sharp hooks left behind by the hunters, those earlier inheritors without breath or reason.

This is the waiting, the grey harbinger navigating the water, waiting for someone to come along… and remember.

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MAJOR T.J. KING KONG: Well, shoot. We ain't come this far just to dump this thing in the drink. What's the nearest target opportunity?

© 2010 by mark prime

Dr. Strangelove Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb