The Last of the Cold War Kids

The Last of the Cold War Kids


I was born in 1969. I missed out on the McCarthy era. I missed the Cuban Missile Crisis. I didn't know who Nikita Khrushchev was and John F Kennedy was just a name I heard from time to time. All these times, these stories and people, happened before I came along. Still, they were the foundation for the stories of my own time.


I grew up during the Carter administration, with gas shortages and Russian occupation of Afghanistan. I wasn't really aware of any of this on an intellectual level. It was all just background noise. But it had an effect. I grew up with a fatalistic worldview. By the time I was eleven or twelve years old, I was convinced that nothing really mattered because the world was going to end in a nuclear inferno really soon.


I remember my elementary school. We had an air-raid siren right out in our playground. We didn't hide under our desks as the generation before us had done but I was aware that this was the proper procedure. I knew that when the bombs came, that was where I was supposed to be. (Because surely my desk would save me, right?) I remember hearing that siren go off on a weekly basis. I think it may have been every Wednesday at noon; I'm not certain.


By the time Ronald Reagan came into the White House, I was ready for a hero. He was a cowboy in a suit, a guy who spoke plainly and took no prisoners. The way he blew Walter Mondale away in the debates was like a wild west shoot-out. This was some damn good TV. I watched every speech I could, (or at least the highlights.) When they credited him with ending the Cold War, I was hooked. Ronald Reagan, my hero!

The Last of the Cold War Kids


Such indoctrination takes a lot of un-learning. It would be decades before I woke to the realization that Reagan's economic policies were nothing less than disastrous. Things sure looked good while he was in office but he set the nation on a downward spiral that hasn't quite stopped yet.


But still, despite my hero worship of this ultra-positive guy, this man who knew how to put a shine on anything and everything, that fatalistic outlook on life that I had developed in my early years never went away. I learned to hide it, somewhat. I always had a cheerful smile with which to face the world. But inside I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I've always expected the worst.


I didn't do well in school. I still understood that the world could end at any moment so what did school matter? I had few friends but I was alright with that. I never expected people to like me. I got older, got jobs, lost them. That was alright too. I never expected an actual career of any kind. Relationships never went anywhere. That was alright. Who cared about relationships when the world was going to end?


What's strange is that I spent so much time pretending to be positive. Perhaps I just thought that was what was expected. I don't know. But when faced with someone else's woes I would always tell them that things would get better. I never believed that but I said it again and again. Things will get better.
They actually did get better in the 90s, during the Clinton administration but I was too engrossed in my negativity to notice.

The Last of the Cold War Kids

I finally woke up during the Obama administration. For the first time I began to see that things weren't quite as dark as I had believed all my life. It was like waking up after a really bad dream, the sun shining outside the window and the smell of fresh mown grass in the air.


And now we have Donald Trump.

The Last of the Cold War Kids


I've been proven right. All my life, waiting for the other shoe to drop, knowing that the worst possible thing that could happen was exactly what was going to happen. My fatalistic worldview has been vindicated and I've come full circle.


Once again, I see nuclear warheads around every corner. Once again, I hear Russia pounding on our door. But this time I can't look to my president to save me because he's the one placing me in danger. We are engaged in a new Cold War and we are inching ever closer to a real, physical war, a World War. And unlike the first two World Wars, this one will be nuclear, with death on a much vaster scale than anything humanity has ever seen.


My generation saw the end of the Cold War. And now we are seeing the birth of a new Colder War. In this war, the entire world is turning a cold shoulder to the USA. Our president is working hard to alienate every world leader, one at a time. If hostilities break out, the USA will have no allies. Then our new Cold War will turn hotter than imaginable. And I can't help but fully expect this to happen.

The Last of the Cold War Kids
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