WASTED HUMANS WASTING AWAY IN A WASTELAND OF WASTE
A Time-Lapse Map of Every Nuclear
Explosion Since 1945 – by Isao Hashimoto
I imagine that you can guess my opinion about how sensible
we humans are to create nuclear waste. We can call it all sort
of names, such as electricity generators, or reactors, or limited
strike, or bombs, or what have you. It is all carcinogenic waste.
Self replicating waste wasting whatever else is unfortunate or
foolish enough to be exposed to the wastefulness emanating from
the production of this waste. The Wasters are even now, knowing
full well the wasteful nature of their wasted efforts, are planning,
designing building, getting permits, and avoiding regulation of the
wasteful wasting industry. The wasters are trying to turn us all into
wasted humans wasting away in a wasteland of waste.
What can we do?
We can just stop.
Doesn’t seem so difficult, does it? Might be uncomfortable for little
while. With as much waste as has been wasted already in our wasted
paradise, it will be a really big bother to clean up. And as most little
boys will tell you, it is much more fun, and easier, too, to blow stuff
up than to clean up the blown up stuff after it is blown up. Oh well.
One can’t finish if one doesn’t even start.
With the monstrous weapons that already exist, it does seem sensible
for the wasters to stop provoking each other, on purpose or by
ignorance, merely out of fear of being permanently wasted. But it
seems that permanent mass terminal waste isn’t a deterrent to war
provocation. Nope. Mass terminal waste seems to be the desirable out-
come for some __________ . You’ll have to supply your own word
there. I just don’t know what would be a good appellation for That
Sort. I don’t know what to call the enablers either. Except, sadly
“the rest of us” does seem to fit rather well.
Here are some links and some information and some quotes and some opinions about nuclear war and power and devices and fallout and consequences. You are welcome to suggest worthwhile reading matter, incidents, ideas, opinions, and inforation that would be of interest to more than one person. How to dispose of nuclear waste is another topic of interest.Also, if you do not want your response published, but do want to respond just say so.
I used to think that the sun would be a reasonable dumping ground. But maybe not. Dunno. Would we create some sort of unknown chain reaction? Is there any way to work out a test model? Is it a waste to have to spend so much attention, time, resources trying to figure out how to undo. If we just had not done the do part to begin with. If we could just refrain for harassing each other. If we could (all) just do without some stuff ….
Japanese artist Isao Hashimoto has created a beautiful, undeniably scary time-lapse map of the 2053 nuclear explosions which have taken place between 1945 and 1998, beginning with the Manhattan Project’s “Trinity” test near Los Alamos and concluding with Pakistan’s nuclear tests in May of 1998. This leaves out North Korea’s two alleged nuclear tests in this past decade (the legitimacy of both of which is not 100% clear).
Each nation gets a blip and a flashing dot on the map whenever they detonate a nuclear weapon, with a running tally kept on the top and bottom bars of the screen. Hashimoto, who began the project in 2003, says that he created it with the goal of showing”the fear and folly of nuclear weapons.” It starts really slow — if you want to see real action, skip ahead to 1962 or so — but the buildup becomes overwhelming.
When I watched the YouTube video of the nuclear explosions, I was horrified.
I was a child in central south Florida when the Cuban missile Crises occurred.
At school there were daily bomb drills. As if squatting and covering the
backs of our necks with our childish hands would help. I, as the oldest child,
stored water, foods, clothing for my little brothers, in a closet in a central
hallway, at home. Whenever there was a siren
sounding, or airplanes at that certain height (you know what I mean … there is a certain
sound that bombers make when at that height and speed … a sound that is the
White Noise of nightmares) I would make my brothers grab the pillows and
covers from their beds and squat in the closet with me and our baby sister,
covered by the bedding. until I could determine what the siren was for. Usually
it was for fire. When the wind was right, I could hear the siren from a volunteer
fire station in a nearby town.
As a teen, and young adult, I protested the use of nuclear power. Anywhere.
But obviously we protestors were not successful.