So, one way or another, about 100,000,000 Americans die a truly ghastly death and a huge chunk of the country is rendered uninhabitable for thousands of years?
Basically, you’re rewriting The Walking Dead and giving yourself the part of Rick?
I will never understand why men fantasize about dystopias: it must be such a keen disappointment to wake up every day and realize that the Republic still stands and you have to go to work instead of reenacting Stalingrad in the irradiated ruins of Detroit.
Well, sweetheart, if my end is to be a pile of dust no matter who wins the coming war, I guess I should kick my travel plans into high gear and enjoy life while I may.
Because life is fucking AWESOME.