Arrogant Prophecies - Spell of Bad Weather

Unfortunately, today's installment from the "Arrogant Prophecies" is about something where the Third Galaxy is a bit too parallel for comfort.

Remember the bad old days our world was infested with acronyms like, ICBM, MIRV and MAD? In those ancient dark ages we lived our daily lives with the knowledge that we could destroy our beautiful world several hundreds of times over.

Today, our future is so much brighter! We would be hard pressed to render our earth uninhabitable more than thirty or forty times over.

It's hard to imagine how things were worse in the Third Galaxy, but I assure you they were, without the intervention of the Alien Veggies, the Third Galaxy would have cease to exist. To quote from the unknown poet, "...do you really think the insanity simply picked up its skirts and waltzed away with the fall of the Berlin Wall and the end of the Cold War?"

The bottom line is that we could still be in for a Spell of Bad Weather:

Those who listened, heard the sound
of ten-thousand alphabets buried underground.

Between each breath and then the next
were chained at least a million screaming mega-death.

The explanation, if you please,
was worthy of a dirty, greedy little beast.

"To save the world and Win-the-Peace,
all the world must be fried in bacon-grease!"

Himmler giggled and the Leader laughed
when R. & D. unveiled the clean, neutron bath.

"It's more efficient than any gas!
It's delivery capability is very fast!"

It was written on the rocket ramps,
"All the world is our concentration camp!"

Below was scrawled the dire consequence,
"All the world is our gas chamber!"

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"R & D" = "Research and Development".

"Clean neutron bath" refers to the neutron bombs -- a satanic class of weapons which unleash most of their energy not as an explosion, but as a flash of electromagnetic radiation, mostly gamma and X-rays. The death pulse kills, with exquisite pain, all human and animal flesh. Physical l infrastructures and other things of "value" are left intact. Any Hitler worth his dance would ejaculate multiple times in his tighty whities at the prospect of such a weapon.