Sometimes I get sad when I see all these bloggers mention how long their blogs have been around; I was blogging early, but across many different domains, with many gaps between. Today at least I realized I’ve been hosting Mark Twain’s “The War Prayer” uninterrupted for 18½ years, having launched the month after 9/11. The idea was to have an entirely cruft- and ad-free version online, and indeed the logs consistently indicate that it’s routinely used by educators.

John Stoehr highlights that The Wall Steet Journal reported Trump’s other abuse of national security in a political quid pro quo: “Mr. Trump, after the strike, told associates he was under pressure to deal with Gen. Soleimani from GOP senators he views as important supporters in his coming impeachment trial in the Senate, associates said.”

When the editors of the Encyclopedia Galactica formulate the entry on just how and why alien civilizations threw their pseudopods in the air, gave up all hope for Earth, and moved on to watch someone else, I imagine that it will consist solely of this exchange.

Here’s a take: I don’t think Gen-X ever really believed we would get out of this world without experiencing a nuclear war.

At one point in high school I’d been put into the “gifted and talented” program (I later had myself removed from it) and our English teacher went on a real nuclear kick. This was during the days of The Day After and Testament. She additionally heaped upon us having to read Alas, Babylon, at which point we rebelled, and refused. We’d had enough. For the rest of the time the book was meant to be the subject of class, she had us just sit quietly and do The New York Times crossword.

Moments like this, I think, for a lot of Gen-X isn’t just about the moment, it’s about being bombarded with dramatizations of the threat of nuclear war over and over in the 1980s.

There’s at least a tiny bit of post-traumatic stress. And, I guess, a little bit of resignation.