As a human race, we often view ourselves as more advanced than previous generations. There is a haughty sense of evolutionary progression about our species. We believe we are past things such as war and slaughter. But war, war never changes. And neither do we, not really.
Sure, we traded in spears for iPhones and horses for electric cars, but the contents of that squishy gray matter between our ears is the same as it was when we cheered for slaughter in the colosseum and committed genocide.
That monster in our heads still exists.
We are comfortable, fat, lazy, and we push it into the far recesses of the subconscious. Prefer to pretend it is not there. But we all know it is. Deep down we know.
The fact that the monster has had nukes for 70 plus years and managed not to wipe out planet earth with them is nothing short of a miracle. But how much longer can that last? Forever?
It only takes one man to start it. One man primal enough to let that sleeping monster out of its cage. One man to press the button and send the world back to the stone age.