At last count, the world is occupied by 7.4 billion human beings. Just for the sake of illustration, here’s what that number looks like:
My very likely conservative estimate is that at least ten percent of them are crazy…crazy enough to go on a mass murdering spree. That means, at the least, there are 740, 000, 000 nut cases living in the world who, at any minute, can take a bunch of us out.
This is beyond my personal scare scale which has always been pretty weak —like way beyond. The thought of 740 million idiots running around amongst us who, at any minute, can shoot, explode, poison or simply run you and me over with a truck…well, that’s enough to make me poop my Levies.
Given the latest drive-by killings by a truck in Nice, France, I wonder if the National Rifle Association is upset that terrorists are becoming more creative in their choice of weapons. It may even cool the gun control debate in Congress. But then, Congress doesn’t debate much of anything these days because an elite group of Representatives who no longer represent have found ways to stop any debate from happening in the first place and, therefore, no legislative action to follow. I wonder if there will be a new protest movement to get the trucks off the streets? Now there, indeed, is something the founding fathers probably never anticipated.
The world, as my father and his generation used to say, “is going to hell in a hand basket.” Does anyone use a hand basket anymore…at least one that will get you to hell? So, while we wait for all these maniacs to self-destruct after destructing a good number of us, what can we do to stop this insanity? Well, I don’t have an answer because 7,400,000,000 is too many numbers for me to deal with. This is one time we have to rely on our government to protect us. Really?
Back in the insane days of the 1950’s, which actually don’t seem so insane anymore, we used to watch instructional films that showed us how to prepare for the big bomb. We held drills and hid under our school desks pretending it was all real. As comedian Lewis Black jokes, the big blast was about to happen and here were millions of American school children sitting “under kindling!” Meanwhile, Dad was home stocking the bomb shelter he had laboriously dug out of the back yard…right where he promised a swimming pool would be some day. Come to think of it, a shelter maybe isn’t such a bad idea. They’re bomb proof so they should at least hold up to bazookas, knives, grenades, and any passing 14-wheeler. Yuh never know…so maybe we should start diggin’.
My wife and her friend were playing the power ball lottery last week. They gathered up all the spare cash they could find, including the dwindling supply in their husbands’ wallets. Then off they went like a gazillion other people who were dreaming the big lottery dream and dumping their money into a strip of six numbers that represented one chance in 292, 201, 338 to win the big jackpot. Do you like that number better? It sort of puts everything into perspective…it does? Let’s see, you can lock yourself in a bomb shelter and turn yourself into a nervous wreck worrying about being hit by a terrorist, or you could dump all that tension into selecting six numbers that just may change your life for the better. It’s a game a lot of us have played often…called “Boom or Bust.”