I grew up during the Cold War. I was a small child during the Cuban Missile Crisis. I remember the furor over “The Day After.” The possibility of nuclear war, in short, was always with us during my lifetime. It seemed pretty remote, however. The likely results were so appalling that it was essentially unthinkable.
About a week ago, I had a dream in which Trump led us without proper preparation into a nuclear war with Russia and China. That never happened to me until now.
It serves as a reminder of the real stakes in American politics. Electing the man with the golden gut threatens us with extinction, not just an American variant of fascism. Keeping him under constraint consequently has to be our highest national priority.