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Curious, this

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So when I was in my teens, this song (which is titled 'Dancing With Tears In My Eyes', and is by a band named Ultravox) had a poignant relevance. It just happened to come up on shuffle and I am stunned by how little relevance it has to the world I live in now.

Wow. Do I have to say 'thank you, Ronald Reagan, for ending the Cold War', or can I just lay the blame for the irrelevance at the feet of Mikhail Gorbachev? Because the scenario in the lyrics stopped being probable in the late 80s.
Nearly 20 years ago.
I remember living with the thought that at any point, my life could end at 17 minutes' warning as the ICBMs rained down on the west coast of this continent. It actually is telling about the world being better now than it was in the past that this song was, at the time, a top-40 hit, and is now merely cringingly irrelevant.
  • Well, except that the weapons remain, near-accidents continue to happen, and we still have an adversarial relationship with Russia. Maybe not one quite as existential as it was portrayed during the Cold War-- our posturing about democracy aside, it's more nakedly obvious that the Cold War was as much about pure power conficts as it was ideology --but as long as the weapons continue to exist, you can't really stop worrying. It only takes a few minutes to retarget the things.

    In the 80s I read an article commissioned by Brookings or some group like that, which concluded that conventional warfare between nuclear powers would always escalate to nuclear warfare-- one side or the other would eventually be in a weakened position and have no resort but to go nuclear, and they simply would not let themselves be defeated when they had this option to draw upon. So yeah, fun.
    • Yeah- while sure, the option doesn't not-exist now, it's nice to have people negotiating well shy of that chunk of brinksmanship.
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