In keeping with my new thread regarding N. Korea and nuclear war…
Let’s say for some reason or another a big fat nuclear exchange occurs, not big enough to simply turn the planet to a dead rock, but big enough that life as we know it is radically altered for everyone on earth, even if you were not in any real strike areas.
Would you want to be somewhere that didn’t get hit and navigate life in a world so radically damaged, or would you want to be Ground Zero and never know what hit you?
Idaho, or maybe the isolated wilds of Canada.
Next to Dick Cheney.
Ground Zero, thankyouverymuch. Life without cable and really good sushi delivery is… not for me.
With my partner. That’s all that matters.
I’d want to be riding a rocket, just like Slim Pickens. Yee ha!
I’ll echo this. If we’re together at Ground Zero, so be it. If we’re together elsewhere, then we can decide together if life is worth pursuing in whatever is left of the world.
If we’re apart, even if we both survives, who knows if we’re going to be able to manage to see each other again in the chaos? And if I survived and she didn’t, well, that would obviously suck for a number of other reasons.
You better apply for a passport first or they may not let you cross the border.
I want to be where they’re not.
The little bar on 8th street. My husband and all my friends will be there. And Jameson.
Thirded… including the kids of course.
There’s something to be said for a quick, clean flash of light.
F- it, i’m young and I’m not letting some pesky war get in the way of my life. I’ll head to my friends farm in eastern Washington state (nothing there worth nuking), SO in tow if i have to knock her out and carry her.
This. I suspect that Alaska or New Orleans or somewhere that doesn’t have any particular tactical advantage would be the safest. Nevada and Washington DC, those I would not want to be in.
The Moon.
It’d be like watching a cartoon – flashes and clouds covering the earth.
I could pretend an Itchy and Scratchy fight got out of hand.
I’d want to be anywhere I have a good chance of being Mad Max for awhile. Let’s say the coast of Oregon or thereabouts. Agriculture, no targets nearby, and plenty of room to go feral.
Bring it!
A friend of mine has a wine cave out in the country, probably far from where any nukes would likely hit.
There’s enough wine to stay inebriated until the radioactive zombies get to us.
1000 years in my grave.
I’ll take the wilds and scrapping for survival.
I’ll just chill right here at home. Middle of nowhere, not a target, got plenty of homebrew beer and ingredients, stuff to eat. And I too would evolve into Mad Max or maybe even the Toecutter!
Right here.
Middle Tennessee is likely out of range of anything North Korea could launch.
We got agriculture & hydroelectric dams.
We’d do better than most.