"Confuse them with Fission and Fusion
Under the spreading chestnut tree,
I sold you and you sold me.
The worse things get the better...
The atomic bomb is shit.
I am become death,
The shatterer of worlds."
Excerpts from S 1 © 2000 Judy Hiramoto, the artist who also created Oppenheimer's Sink.
Okay ya'll, get out there and purchase nuclear blast and fallout shelters 'cause I think you're gonna need 'em. Pretty soon too. Prolly better race your fat butts down to your local nuclear blast and fallout shelter store and stock up 'cause North Korea has just told the United States it has been conducting a secret nuclear weapons program in violation of their 1994 agreement with the U.S. WELL, IT AIN'T SECRET ANY MORE.
Big Al remembers back on August 6, '45 when that Superfortress B-29 bomber named ENOLA GAY (after the pilot's mom) took off at 2:45 a.m. with a heavy load and headed out toward Hiroshima. The heavy load was a nuclear fission bomb named "LITTLE BOY" and holy shit! "LITTLE BOY" was anything but little. They dropped the atomic bomb over Japan at 8:15 a.m. L.T. The co-pilot wrote in his journal, after seeing the awful, boiling mushroom of what had been the city of Hiroshima, "My God, what have we done?" GOOD QUESTION. You can thank those Manhattan Project Suckas. Man, Big Al shoulda never told Pres Frankie DR that splitting the nucleus of heavy elements like Uranium and Plutonium creates energy. Frankie DR's big claim to pain were his balls...got so big he had to roll 'em around in a wheelchair. Least he had some; not so for any critter in Hiroshima that day. Boy-oh-boy, did he put their BALLS ON THE BARBIE!
