Well, at least there wouldn't be any more Left Coast transplants in Boise.
Or native Idahoans, for that matter.
When/if it happens, I want to be in the X ring of ground zero. No lingering death as my hair falls out and I puke my guts out, no hiding from the zombie/mutant/punk rock leather clad two stroke motorcycle gangs roaming the wasteland, just, "huh, what's that flas..."?
Yep. Should there be a nuclear war, what would remain would make
The Road look like a Sunday afternoon picnic... everywhere.
L.W.
