Why a Cold War Kid From the US Living in the EU Is Woefully Unprepared for War
To panic, or not to panic, that is the question.
If you’ve been even moderately conscious in the last week, and I know that could be a stretch for those of you who were Super Bowling on Sunday, you know that we are likely going to end up in a war. Make no mistake, this is WAR war. It’s not the kind that happens when a bunch of dweebs crack open a case of Red Bull in an unmarked office building somewhere in Turkey, tie their hoodie strings extra tight, and lean into their laptops to take out the Alliance Pipeline.
Although terrifying, that would be cute compared to what might happen when 100,000 Russian troops hopped up on Russian Standard Vodka and fumes from Putin’s shirtless, horseback pit sweat start revving their engines on the Ukrainian border.
It feels like we’re back in 1984 and I wasn’t prepared then, so I sure as hell don’t feel prepared now.
This all started because I read Adeline Dimond’s excellent piece about the war in her series on The Year of Giving Up. She is, in a word, concerned. I have to agree from over here in Italy and can not figure out why we are not throwing communal hissy fits about the fact that we are going to end up with our asses in a sling over in Eastern Europe this week.
