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Any hopes for peace, on my part, where squished at about 5:30 in the morning when I heard of the missile strikes on the radio. Yes.. thanks to the lovely hours I work, I'm usually behind on the news. When the world ends, I will be the last to know. My mother paged me at some point last night, wich I did not get until this moring. Her message? "Happy WWIII, call me" What ever deamons of stupidity have invaded the world, they are winning. It may not be the 'end' of the world littereally, but it will, most assuredly, be the end of it as we know it. Thats the important part. Gone is the realatively peaceful world, where really, all you had to worry about was being killed by a roving maniac, or a car.. wait.. nevermind. Sometimes, you have to wonder what the hell the point is.