And as post-America "accepts restraints" and becomes just another member of the "international community," along with vile regimes like Iran's, its cities become sitting ducks for ICBM attacks as a result of a shameful clandestine quid pro quo:
They say that the Most Equal Comrade's approval ratings are over 50 percent these days.
Okay, assuming that's true, I would ask the post-American cattle-masses, on the basis of what?
Of course, the post-American cattle-masses have narrowed their presidential choices to two figures that are generally reviled and / or laughed at. Well, if you want to keep the field at four, it includes a Libertarian candidate that most libertarians won't claim and who can't name any world leaders, and a Bernie Sanders stand-in.
Do I sound cynical?
Well, okay, in the service of publicly keeping myself humble, let me state for the record that I am a deeply flawed human being.
But for crying out loud, I have better sense than to enthuse about or vote for any of the people I have enumerated above.
Back to the main point, which is the Iran "policy" of the Most Equal Comrade's nomenklatura, we have an opportunity here to see the real madness that lies at the core of the modern Freedom-Hater vision. The MEC, Secretary Global-Test, Wendy Sherman, and all involved in this insane lifting of sanctions are so certain that these moves will cement their historical legacy as visionaries who ushered in an age of unicorns, rainbows and comity among all nation-states that they view evidence to the contrary as inconsequential - and keep providing Iran with more resources for providing such evidence.
The end result being that someday, you, a proletariat in post-America, will be driving up the interstate toward the metropolitan area nearest you and get to within about twenty miles and suddenly see a plume arise in the distance that soon takes the shape of a mushroom. Then a huge bright ring forms around it. The billows at ground level spread, coming ever closer. You make the snap decision to get off at the next exit ramp, get on the lanes going back the other way, and head back home. Except forty other cars in your immediate vicinity are all making the same panicked decisions. Pileups ensue.
Thank the overlords who made sure that was your destiny.