The Night Before War?

Evening of April 15th, 2017.

It’s rather disconcerting that, as I lay down my phone before I go to sleep, after I have checked social media and various news reports, that the next time I look at it, we may be at war. Nuclear war.  World War Three.  Pyongyang is seven and a half hours in front of us, so if I wake at, say 7am, it will be half past two there.  On the 15th  April, the North Koreans celebrate the birth of Kim Il-sung, the founding father of North Korea.  Rumour has it that tomorrow the current leader Kim Jong-un will launch a nuclear test to ‘celebrate’ the day, and if he does so, then Trump, who has battleships waiting off the Korean peninsular, will launch and attack on them.  I don’t see how any of that can go well.

And yet Twitter is trending footballers and Facebook is full of pictures of people’s dinners.  What blindness we have these days, feeling safe and secure in out western bubble.

 

Sunday 16th April 2017.

There was a missile test launch.  He did it, despite Trump’s posturing, but the missile failed.  We don’t know if it was a nuclear missile; Intelligence thinks not, but he did it anyway.  And why not?  What’s he got to lose.  We have just seen Trump bombing Syria to pieces with 59 missiles, and launching the biggest non-nuclear bomb ever on some caves in Afghanistan, just to ‘show them’, apparently.  There’s a likelihood, which might seem like a certainty to Kim Jong-un, that Trump might launch a pre-emptive attack on North Korea, just to show them, unless he demonstrates that he is capable of and amenable to launching a missile right back.

And Twitter is still trending the names of footballers, Formula One drivers and Britain’s Got Talent contenders.  Facebook is full of pictures of peoples’ babies covered in chocolate from their Easter eggs.

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