The horizon is not so far as we can see, but as far as we can imagine

Author: Sean Paul Kelley Page 2 of 13

'89-'93 BA History, Houston
'95-'07 Morgan Stanley, Associate Vice President
'99-'02 MS International Relations and Economic Development, Saint Mary's University
'07-'13 International Software Sales Manager, Singapore
'13-'16 MA, History, Thesis on Ancient Silk Road City of Merv, UTSA
Kelley lives in San Antonio, Texas.

Russo-Ukraine War: Strategic Pause

~by Sean Paul Kelley

Amidst the chaos, propaganda, and war porn that is our attack on Iran news of the Russo-Ukrainian war has been hard to come by. One thing is certainly clear after my deep dive into recent developments along the front is that there is a strategic pause on the part of Russia and to a lesser degree that with the Ukraine.

First, the lines have not moved much in the last few months. There are a few reasons for this. One is the Russians are having a tricky time consolidating some of their gains. The reasons for this are two fold: one is it it’s the mud season. It’s rainy and it’s thawing and that is not a good combination for an offensive mechanized or infantry. And two, when your opponent knows the lay of the land better than you do – they are after all fighting in the Ukraine – they take advantage of it. The Ukrainians have done just that.

There’s a bigger reason for the moderate successes that the Ukrainians are having. The Ukraine has ceased launching large offensives– mostly because they don’t have large scale units to launch large offensives with any longer, those units have been attrited by the Russians. The AFU underwent a serious reorganization on operational levels-there are now a handful of semiautonomous Corps running the war. No longer being micromanaged from Kiev makes for quicker decision making and faster counter-attacks.

Considering the Ukrainians know the lay of the land, their drone production has either apparently grown a bit, or it stayed steady because the drone wall has kept the Russians from concentrating their forces. If you can’t concentrate your forces, you can’t pursue a serious offensive. Then again it is the mud season so the Russians might just be consolidating their lines and waiting till things dry up to bring up reinforcements.

As History legends noted in his Q&A yesterday, Russian columns are identified sometimes 10 klicks from the front and the drones descend on them and wreak havoc. Moreover, the Russians had seen a great deal of success sending 6 to 8 men teams to assault Ukrainian positions, but this success has been transitory as of late as the Russians have been sending in teams of 3 to 5 men only to get obliterated by drones. The Ukrainians are making excellent use of first person, drones, and other drones as well.

This aids the Ukrainian small scale counter-attacks. This is smart from the point of view of the Ukrainians having less soldiers. And as I said before they know the lay of the land and they can use the geography to their advantage, mud thaw and all.

The Russians don’t yet have an answer to the wall of drones, but I have heard some rumors that the Russians have developed an FPV drone operated with a fiber optic cable that is automatically reeled out and reeled in like an open face fishing rod. I would certainly like to see one of those because that’s a pretty clever innovation. It would literally be like fishing. You just don’t want to get tangled up in brushes or trees on a tree line, which is where most of the individual soldiers are to be found.

The Russian army, smaller than official Russian claims, but larger by far than that of the Ukraine needs to find an answer to this. I’m extrapolating from some of Legends comments here but it seems to me the Russian answer to the drone wall, which for all intents and purposes equates to short range air superiority, is to find a way to dominate air space between the lines, No Man’s Land, which now stretches some 10 kilometers in places. But that’s a tech issue, not a man power issue, which Russia might be facing in the near future. It makes one wonder if a Russian version of the A-10 Warthog might accomplish under such circumstances? But I digress . . .

Russian official pronouncements say they are recruiting 25,00 to 30,000 soldiers a month. If they were doing that they would have an army of 700,000 men plus on the front lines in the Ukraine. With that many soldiers they could walk over the Ukrainians. But that isn’t the case.

Adjacent to Russian recruits are casualties. Russian KIAs are much less than the Ukraine claims. The most recent transfer of dead bodies between the Ukraine and Russia handled by the Red Cross was 1000 Ukrainian bodies to 41 Russians. That’s a KIA ratio of almost 25 to 1. This occurred on April 9. These numbers, if this ratio holds up, are absolutely surreal. How the Ukraine can continue to fight is a question for historians 100 years hence.

That said on January 29 of this year 1000 bodies were returned to the Ukraine and 38 were returned to Russia. Between December 19 and the 20th of 2055, 1003 bodies were returned to the Ukraine and 26 were returned to Russia. In June 2005 under the auspices of the Istanbul Deal up to 6000 bodies were returned to the Ukraine none were reported to have been returned to Russia.

I’m not accusing the Red Cross of accounting fraud, but the numbers for Russian KIAs have to be larger. If the 41 bodies transferred in January are the result of the capture of Pokrovsk then damn, that’s simply generalship on a galactic level. Alas, those numbers won’t hold up, but if they did that means we’re looking at a ratio of about 9000 Ukrainian KIA to 104 Russian KIA. My guess is it is more like the 12-1 range based on personal observations and conversations with Russians in Russia.

In reality, the Russians are doing a better job of collecting their dead and wounded (and those of their foes). Moreover, as Ian mentioned to me, “doing a better job of collecting dead implies control of the ground where the casualties happen.” That does not bode well for the Ukraine. I hate to make assumptions, but that’s my bet. And they’re using the Red Cross numbers to score propaganda points.

Regardless, I don’t expect to see much movement either way on the front lines– except for a few skirmishes here and there – until the mud season dries up and summer arrives. Then Russia will begin it’s assault on the big banana.

 

Did Gen. Caine Defy A Presidential Order Saturday Night and Deny Trump the Nuclear Codes?

~by Sean Paul Kelley

Kerry Burgess on X is reporting this:General Caine cited Article 92 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice on Saturday night, as he refused Trumps order to execute a nuclear strike on Iran.”

Gen. Caine is the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and therefore not in the direct chain of command. Would Trump even know that? Probably not.

But this story is gaining traction, from Sky News, the Mirror, and the Daily Express.

I’m speechless.

Monday Morning Econ Blues

~by Sean Paul Kelley

The looming financial crisis and the news that keeps emerging is getting so bad that it’s growing harder for me to set aside my rage and discuss it coherently.

But I’m going to try.

I’ll continue to use the framework of the credit cycle, as I hope y’all have been able to digest it. That said there are some events that are happening outside of a normal cycle, not unpredictable, but defintely wild cards and spoilers; chief among them would be the closure of the Straits of Hormuz and its cascading effects on the by-products from gasoline refining. This will lead to a commodity price spike everywhere.

I noted nearly two weeks ago, The end of this credit cycle is going to include the following macro events: a credit crisis, a housing crisis, an energy shock, with the potential for . . . famine on a biblical scale [in the developing world], at least one Too Big To Fail failing, as Lehman Bros and AIG did in 2008, and the AI bubble bust.

We are very deep into phase 2 of the credit cycle. We are closer to the end than we are the beginning.

By way of not so new but newly disclosed developments FDIC insured banks are exposed to private credit and/or equity to the tune of $1.4 trillion.

That makes up 11% of total FDIC insured bank lending. This is why I call private credit, shadow credit. And that shadow credit is money that you, dear taxpayer, are on the hook for when the excrement hits the fan.

Moreover, the private credit/equity crisis is much, much worse than I initially thought. I went full Alice down the rabbit hole this weekend. Never in my wildest dreams might I envision the inept deployment of so much capital in so many catastrophically stupid ways.

Here’s that canary, Blue Owl, I’ve been talking about. It’s getting worse for them. Much, much worse: there is a term for 41% redemption demands: a run on the mother-fucking bank. Blue Owl–as I have mentioned many times before–is linked at the hip with Oracle and its hyperscaling of datacenters. Oracle is trying to back door a Federal backstop, justifying it as a necessary AI upgrade to Fed databases, which is bullshit, but it might work.

Fun fact: all planned data-centers for 2026 are either delayed or cancelled. But we’ll get to that later.

The real problem right now is the dilemma, of which I already spoke, facing central bankers from the ECB, Japan and the Fed. I’ll spell it out again.

First, they are facing an inflationary energy shock. They are staring at commodity prices rising coupled with higher inflation expectations from consumers. Inflation is likely to jump. This places enormous pressure on central bankers to tighten credit by raising interest rates.

On the other side of the dilemma is the growing realization, at least I hope they are aware, of just how bad a credit crisis we’re waltzing into.

Housing is in free-fall, too.

The employment numbers are a joke. Sure, the BLS reported 178,000 non-farm payroll jobs added in March. Unemployment fell a bit as well. Except, the way the BLS calculates unemployment is a farce. Consider that 400,000 people exited the labor force during the same month. How does that translate into job growth? (Hint: it doesn’t.)

Unemployment is calculated using U3, meaning people who are actively seeking work and have done so in the past four weeks. A more meaningful, but politically inexpedient measure is U6. U6 “includes U-3, plus discouraged workers, those marginally attached to the workforce, and people working part-time who want full-time work.”

See where I’m going with this?

At the same time BLS was championing these great numbers, they issued an under-the-table revision of the February numbers downwards -133,000. Yup, you read that correctly. Add all the downward revisions over the last two years and employment numbers have cratered downwards to the tune of millions.

Millions.

All this data gives the Fed a bad case of whiplash: raise rates in fear of inflation or lower them, anticipating a credit crisis?

Should I stay or should I go?

Here’s the kicker that magnifies this dilemma: the signal WTI long-term futures (and treasuries and TIPS) are giving off. Take a look at this chart of WTI:

You can clearly see the near term spike. That’s the inflationary pressure central bankers are worrying about. Brent Crude is even uglier at $140. So, at present WTI is at $111 for April 2026 contracts. But take a look at the futures a year later. The chart doesn’t go that low, but the futures are priced at below $60 a barrel. That’s a $51 spread.

WTI long term futures are predicting serious oil demand destruction over the next 12-months and longer.

What, say you, is demand destruction?

Demand destruction happens when shrinking economic activity across the board globally reduces the need for energy. US Treasuries and TIPS are signaling identical developments.

Shorter version: less economic activity globally means less demand for oil. But my bet is that central bankers will raise rates at first, only to realize the trap they fell into.

Anyone want to take the over/under?

So what does this all mean? Well, EndGameMacro succinctly describes how bad it will probably get:Unemployment rises roughly 5.5 points to a peak near 10%, equities fall roughly 55% to 58%, home prices drop about 30%, and commercial real estate takes a 39% to 40% hit.

Personally, I think it’ll get worse. The size of the private equity/credit catastrophe has me questioning whether the Fed can really backstop a crisis this time around, especially when you add the massively irresponsible budget just proposed by Trump.

Finally, a quick word on AI: this post just confirmed my hunch that the AI craze is nothing more than a huge ponzi-scheme and will never truly amound to a hill of beans. Here is a taste of the post:

So it is with great regret that I announce that the next person to talk about rolling out AI is going to receive a complimentary chiropractic adjustment in the style of Dr. Bourne, i.e, I am going to fucking break your neck. I am truly, deeply, sorry.

Give it a read. You’ll enjoy it and learn a lot.

What’s it all mean?

Easy, our elites are strip-mining our economy while we’re too busy fucking around on Tik-Tok to care.

You Better Start Swimming, Because Drowning Is Bad For Your Health

~by Sean Paul Kelley

Headwinds: “a headwind blows against the direction of travel of an object . . . decreases the object’s speed and increases the time required to reach its destination.”

Rip Tide: “A rip is a strong, localized, and narrow current of water that moves directly away from the shore, cutting through the lines of breaking waves, like a river flowing out to sea. The force of the current in a rip is strongest and fastest next to the surface of the water. . . Swimmers who are caught in a rip current and who do not understand what is happening, or who may not have the necessary water skills, may panic, or they may exhaust themselves by trying to swim directly against the flow of water.”

Last week I wrote this about our current credit cycle:

The end of this credit cycle is going to include the following macro events: a credit crisis, a housing crisis, an energy shock, with the potential for massive failed deliveries necessary to third world nations creating famine on a biblical scale, at least one Too Big To Fail failing, as Lehman Bros and AIG did in 2008, and the AI bubble bust. All of these will happen. Locked in. Fixed. No way out.

Since then there, as is the way of the world, some things have changed. When facts change, I re-assess ideas and opinions.

First, the Fed, and the ECB, are caught between Scylla and Charybdis (I should not have to explain that reference to this readership, should I?): an imminent credit crisis necessitates monetary easing, whereas a looming energy shock necessitates rate hikes to forestall inflation. Right?

It’s the mother of all dilemmas for a Central Banker.

I think the Fed and ECB as per their dual remits—price stability— will hike rates fearing inflation more (and with some cogent reasons to do so, e.g., the ripple effects of skyrocketing diesel prices) and ignore the massive and imminent credit destruction—the notional value of all global private/shadow credit is about $4 trillion, yes, you read that right—that will force insurers and pensions funds into severe liquidity/solvency crisises that are both overexposed to the private credit shops and locked out of redemptions. That freeze in liquidity will cause morphine-necessary levels of pain on Wall Street, but Main Street won’t even get a Tylenol, granny won’t get her annuity payment and uncle Joe won’t get his county pension, auntie-Mae might even miss her teacher’s pension.

Meanwhile, diesel driven costs will surge through the real economy like a tsunami, destroying purchasing power more forcefully than we have ever seen. We could be looking at a real decline in economic order of 4-7% YoY.

BTW: doesn’t just in time delivery look like an idiot’s fucking fever dream right now?

Bond rates rolled over yesterday. Oil prices remain sticky. Repo fails are surging: $379 billion week as of March 18. Repos, repurchase agreements are the highest quality, safest corporate invetments in existence. Rising repo failures are a clear indicator that, although systemic liquidity exists, confidence is collapsing. Repo failures often have cascading effects on other corporate parties who cannot find the necessary funding for short-term obligations their cash flow is unable to support. Moreover, private credit redemption halts are increasing exponentially. Employment is cratering. Diesel prices are skyrocketing. Housing is in a nationwide free-fall. Systemic liquidity is perilously close to freezing up.

Folks, I hate to say it, but our economy isn’t facing headwinds, it’s facing riptides.

Headwinds are manageable. Riptides kill.

The domestic shocks are enough to call it plain: we’re in a recession. Of course, do not expect accurate or honest economic numbers from Trump’s government. The damage could be limited domestically except for the exogenous shocks resulting from Trump’s Iranian catastrophe.

The global effects are almost incomprehensible.

Consider the damage done to Gulf petrol infrastructure. When refineries get blown-up AVGAS, diesel, helium, urea and fertilizer become impossible to buy. Who cares if it can or cannot make it out of the Straits of Hormuz? If they don’t exist, whatcha going to do? These products are known as petroleum distillates. They are by-products of gasoline refining.

I can’t even begin to comprehend how deleterious and long-term this destruction will be and what kind of follow-on, cascading effects it will have. Consider that helium is essential in making chips. No one, and I mean not a single fucking Wall Street analyst I know of, is factoring in the loss of distillates from destroyed refineries yet. That it bodes very, very ill for the entire world economy is an understatement. It’s not hyperbole to say the economies of the Rules Based Order are in deep peril. Japan and South Korea are in deep kimchi too.

And India’s Green Revolution? Oh man, the carnage might be biblical in scale without access to Persian Gulf fertilizer. It could be like the impact of two failed monsoons. The human exodus? Of all that is holy, it makes me want to curl up in the fetal position.

Not a one of us–including myself–has any true inkling how dependent the modern industrialized and developing world is on petroleum and its by-products. Nor do we have any idea of the catastrophe unfolding in places like South East Asia in regards to food. For example, gas for cooking shortages have lead many people in South East Asia’s mega-cities to abandon the cities for rural home regions where cooking with biomass, primarily animal dung and wood, is practicable. Ponder that for a moment. Then consider the deforestation cascading consequences of those mega-populations reverting to 13th century feeding practices?

If you need it spelled out for you in brutal detail read this utterly demoralizing essay. We are well along the road to ruin.

I’m an historian and confess to a complete lack of a historical framework/reference to analyze and/or opine in any meaningful manner on how epic the shitstorm Trump’s war on Iran will turn out, except I know bone-deep that the Rules Based Order will collapse. The remainder of the world?

Gotterdammerung. Google it if you need explication. I’m too tired, too fucking sick with grief and too enraged to continue.

Risk and Reward As Perceived in American Strategic Culture

~by Sean Paul Kelley

How does the way an individual perceives time affect the way they approach risk? And can the way individuals perceive time and risk be applied on a macro scale?

Let’s take a look.

Sociologist Phillip Zimbardo developed a five way typology of how individuals perceive time. People who inhabit certain zones have certain characteristics unique to their typology. Diane Maye, commenting on attitudes toward risk by the US military at The Strategy Bridge writes, “future-oriented people tend to be more successful at achieving their goals, whereas people who frequently reminisce about the past can be overly nostalgic or fearful.” Makes sense, no?

What about those who live in the present? How do they perceive time and more importantly how do they approach risk? This type inhabits what Zimbardo calls the present hedonistic mode, and as Maye elaborates, “[are] more likely to engage in risk-taking behavior.” Maye adds that “the present hedonistic person “lives in and for the moment” and demonstrates a “lack of regard for future consequences.”

I can’t think of anything that describes the outlook of most Americans with more accuracy than this. America is a nation riddled with a present-mind perspective. Our media diet is now totally skewed towards immediate gratification with absolutely zero thought for the future. No one reads long-form essays any longer, much less books. Tik-Tok, X and even the nightly national news is geared towards quippy repartee, not well-informed consideration. Balance and objectivity in reporting just takes too long, especially when you can strike a pose, Right or Left. Such a thing is much easier and much more rewarding to ones endorphin producing centers. Intellectualism is so passé.

Indeed, one of the greatest losses of the last several years was NPRs shift from a medium whose central bias was intellectual, to one that skews left is overtly political. All part and parcel of the slippery slope towards an all pervasive AI-driven society concerned only about its own immediate gratification.

This typology can just as easily be applied to our national approach to such existential matters as voting, domestic economics, and foreign risk, mainly in the context of our conduct of war, best summed up as “bomb first, analyze the loss later.”

The consideration of risk and reward became uncoupled from each other during the Reagan Administration, when the debt markets were restructured drastically by a crucial innovation: MBSs, mortgage-backed securities and junk bonds–supposedly to democratize finance–and the equity markets were deregulated and then a Bull’s ass was set aflame by Greenspan’s long era of easy money. The spread between them only grew worse under Clinton, doubly so under Baby Bush, Obama and aren’t even spoken in the same sentence under our new Maximum Leader, Trump.

Americans, however, are soon going to learn that when you sow the wind, you reap the whirlwind. The consequences of which will be grim.

Starfleet Academy’s Gay Klingon Could’ve Been Epic

~by Sean Paul Kelley

Forewarned: this is culture war stuff. So, if you trigger easily: don’t read this. Then again, you’ll be missing out on some excellent counterintuitive culture war rabble-rousing.

I guess I ought to declare right here and now before I get trounced for being an out of touch GenXer neobigot. So, say it with me, loud and clear: I’m for every human on this planet being treated with the innate dignity they possess and deserve and that they not be denied the rights their ancestors fought so hard for. Rights are not entitlements, they are earned. And much of humanity has, in the past, earned them and passed them down. They should not be denied to anyone.

Now that my virtue signaling is out of the way I can move on to some cultural war criticism.

First, why must a gay man be portrayed as simpering and overly sensitive? Why does this portrayal as queens persist in pretty much all visual media? And FFS, folks, don’t get all sensitive, I’m going somewhere awesome with this.

Why not portray a gay man very much in touch with his masculinity? Need a few historical examples of powerful, masculine gay men that changed the world?

Easy-peasy. First, Alexander the Great and his lover Hephastion. If you disagree, because Iskander has to be a man’s man, well, fuck off. It’s historically inaccurate to believe otherwise. Seriously, the Greeks buggered each other left and right and all were married. Then there is the Prussian King, Frederick the Great, who out maneuvered the armies of Maria “Always Weeping, always Annexing” Theresa of Austria at almost every turn? Both men were as gay as Freddy Mercury, and both were indomitable warriors and strategic geniuses par excellence.

So, when Starfleet Academy wrote in a gay Klingon, I confess, my interest was piqued. The Kurtzman era franchise had a chance to change in a new powerfully positive way. But, the show-runners took the easier, softer way.

For real, they just turned down the wrong alleyway.

See, fiction has rules. You create species or characters and portray them a certain ways; they have to obey their own rules of internal logic. That way the reader or viewer knows what to expect. When a character or species acts contrary to canon, the reader and the viewer are not only confused but lose interest. So, what happened with the gay Klingon?

Let’s discuss Klingons in general first, okay?

Klingons, in case you don’t know, are fierce warriors, poets, singers and deeply, deeply romantic. Klingons are the antithesis of brooding self-actualized pansies, looking for closure or healing. They love killing almost as much as they love dying. “It is a good day to die,” is their constant refrain. And bloodwine? They make the Russians look like pikers when it comes to imbibing alcohol. So, would it not make sense that a gay Klingon ought to have been written in character? To write a gay Klingon any other way than as an awesome bad-ass killing, drinking and fucking machine is to fundamentally misunderstand Klingons and their crucial role in the Star Trek canon.

Let’s take Worf, from TNG and Deep Space 9, as an example. If Worf wanted to fuck another male Klingon, Worf’s idea of foreplay would have been sparring with bat’leths, followed by bending his paramour over a barrel of blood wine, blowing his load, screaming a blood-curdling Klingon scream and then a blood-wine toast, ending with a little spooning and a love poem.

You know I am right.

A gay Klingon could have been immortal. A gay Klingon had the potential to be Star Trek’s equivalent of a honey badger: he don’t give a fuck. A gay Klingon Dahar master? Dip me in a vat of melted cellophane!

Kurtzman and crew had the chance to create an immortal, utterly amazing Klingon in the mold of Alexander the Great or Frederick of Prussia. Instead they opted to tick off the wokester checklist with an absolutely pathetic, weepy, whingy, sniveling crybaby of a Klingon

What a waste.

The Kurtzman iteration of Star Trek has been nothing but failure after failure to understand what Star Trek was. It was never, ever true to Gene Roddenberry’s vision.

The franchise needs a fifteen year rest.

I’ll be ready for a do over in my late sixties. Get it fucking right next time.

What Phase Three of the Credit Cycle Looks Like: the Ponzi Scheme Visualized

~by Sean Paul Kelley

Courtest my alma mater Morgan Stanley, we have this graphic that perfectly depicts what the AI-Ponzi scheme looks like and just how incestuous it truly is:

Is any other comment necessary?

On the Necessity of Facing Nuclear Reality, Even When a Child

~by Sean Paul Kelley

In 1983 the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists’ Doomsday Clock clocked in at 3 minutes to midnight. America was in the middle of one of the most dangerous five year periods of the Cold War. Detente was dead. Able Archer exercises occurred that November. KAL-Flight 007 was shot down by the Soviets on September 1, 1983. And a newly assertive America under Reagan got busy stationing 103 Pershing II Intermediate Range Ballistic Missiles in West Germany to counter hitherto deployed Soviet SS-20 Saber IRBMs. Dialogue between the two superpowers came to an icy halt.

In the middle of this complex realpolitik the Nuclear Freeze Movement in the US gained steam, throwing their support behind Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro’s nod to run against the Gipper in 1984 and the American millitary buildup continued at a frenetic pace.

Meanwhile, back on the farm, so to speak, something earth-shattering (at least to me) was fixing to be broadcast on November 20, 1983 on ABC: The Day After. An American media attempt to depict the aftermath of a full-on thermonuclear exchange between the USSR and the USA.

Jason Robards-who I always confused with George Peppard of A-Team fame—was the central character. A small town doctor out of his depth treating increasingly desperate radiation-sick patients from all over. I recall one scene, a kind of town meeting, where one woman, wearing a white dress, bled from between her legs, obviously from a critical lack of feminine hygeine producuts. And I recall someone needed to travel to the Bay Area, which once he arrived saw that it was totally obliterated.

I was horrified. My Mom was genuinely worried about me. That film represented my political baptism by fire. Henceforward, I watched the nightly national news like a child obsessed. I followed the course of the Cold War with interest and obvious worry that one Sunday morning—I don’t know why it was always a Sunday—I’d be vaporized along with my little sister and Mom. As I grew older I matured. I viewed the nightly national news with a bit more sophistication. I began reading the national news rags. Remember Time and Newsweek? I devoured them. I recall vividly Cori Aquino’s Revolution in the Philippines and Ortega’s ouster by Violetta Chamorro in Nicararagua. But I never, ever forgot the lessons of The Day After:

Risk peaks when one feels absolutely certain and safe. This is when calamity strikes.

Risk feels at its greatest after calamity passes and one feels chastened.

~attributed to Jesse Livermore

Anyone have a clue where the minute hand of the Doomsday Clock rests today?

89 seconds to midnight. Arms control be damned. ‘Murican don’t give a shit.

The entire arms control regime brought into life by Reagan and Gorbachev, extended by Bush and Baker, followed by the sage, bipartisan Nunn-Lugar Act and Clinton’s negotiating of the START Treaty have all been cast aside. First, by George W. Bush’s hamfisted and stupid abrogation of the arms control regime’s lynchpin: the 1972 ABM Treaty. Followed by Trump letting the INF lapse. And finally, this February, once again, irresponsibly letting the START Treaty lapse.

With the War in Iran not going well, China has taken to using proxies to warn Israel of the cost of using nuclear weapons against Iran:

“the moment Israel uses a nuclear warhead against any country, it will be considered the number one enemy of humanity, it will be the demise of Israel as a state, as a regime, as a country.”

Explicit but utilizing an indirect conduit, as one would expect of the Chinese.

Not to be deterred, American policy-makers lauched their own trial balloon in favor of an Israeli first-strike.

Yes, people, we’re that close.

But here’s the absolute shit-kicker, as we say down here in South Texas: the depiction of the aftermath of global thermonuclear war in The Day After is weak compared to the UK film on the same subject, dated 1984, called Threads.

American movies require a happy ending. Always. And The Day After offers up a milquetoast version of positive.

Not so Threads. And for that fact alone, Threads, horrifying in the extreme—mind you, I watched it as an adult—is the more realistic film, and its depiction of the civilization ending effects of thermonuclear warfare will leave you chilled to the bone. Threads is a much more effective admonitory tale of the very real risks we’re shopping off as I type.

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