Israel Will Start WWIII

take a peek at the FDA and CDC.

Here’s what it could look like:
Hell on Earth Washington, D.C.
Possibly Sometime in the Near Future
A 1-megaton thermonuclear weapon detonation begins with a flash of light and heat so tremendous it is impossible for the human mind to comprehend. One hundred and eighty million degrees Fahrenheit is four or five times hotter than the temperature that occurs at the center of the Earth’s sun.
In the first fraction of a millisecond after this thermonuclear bomb strikes the Pentagon outside Washington, D.C., there is light. Soft X-ray light with a very short wavelength. The light superheats the surrounding air to millions of degrees, creating a massive fireball that expands at millions of miles per hour. Within a few seconds, this fireball increases to a diameter of a little more than a mile (5,700 feet across), its light and heat so intense that concrete surfaces explode, metal objects melt or evaporate, stone shatters, humans instantaneously convert into combusting carbon.
The five-story, five-sided structure of the Pentagon and everything inside its 6.5 million square feet of office space explodes into superheated dust from the initial flash of light and heat, all the walls shattering with the near-simultaneous arrival of the shock wave, all 27,000 employees perishing instantly.
Not a single thing in the fireball remains. Nothing. Ground zero is zeroed.
Traveling at the speed of light, the radiating heat from the fireball ignites everything flammable within its line of sight several miles out in every direction. Curtains, paper, books, wood fences, people’s clothing, dry leaves explode into flames and become kindling for a great firestorm that begins to consume a 100-or-more-square-mile area that, prior to this flash of light, was the beating heart of American governance and home to some 6 million people.
Several hundred feet northwest of the Pentagon, all 639 acres of Arlington National Cemetery—including the 400,000 sets of bones and gravestones honoring the war dead, the 3,800 African American freedpeople buried in section 27, the living visitors paying respects on this early spring afternoon, the groundskeepers mowing the lawns, the arborists tending to the trees, the tour guides touring, the white-gloved members of the Old Guard keeping watch over the Tomb of the Unknowns—are instantly transformed into combusting and charred human figurines. Into black organic-matter powder that is soot. Those incinerated are spared the unprecedented horror that begins to be inflicted on the 1 to 2 million more gravely injured people not yet dead in this first Bolt out of the Blue nuclear strike.
Across the Potomac River one mile to the northeast, the marble walls and columns of the Lincoln and Jefferson memorials superheat, split, burst apart, and disintegrate. The steel and stone bridges and highways connecting these historic monuments to the surrounding environs heave and collapse. To the south, across Interstate 395, the bright and spacious glasswalled
Fashion Centre at Pentagon City, with its abundance of stores filled with high-end clothing brands and household goods, and the surrounding restaurants and offices, along with the adjacent Ritz-Carlton, Pentagon City hotel—they are all obliterated. Ceiling joists, two-by-fours, escalators, chandeliers, rugs, furniture, mannequins, dogs, squirrels, people burst into flames and burn. It is the end of March, 3:36 p.m. local time.
It has been three seconds since the initial blast. There is a baseball game going on two and a half miles due west at Nationals Park. The clothes on a majority of the 35,000 people watching the game catch on fire. Those who don’t quickly burn to death suffer intense third-degree burns. Their bodies get stripped of the outer layer of skin, exposing bloody dermis underneath. Third-degree burns require immediate specialized care and often limb amputation to prevent death. Here inside Nationals Park there might be a few thousand people who somehow survive initially. They were inside buying food, or using the bathrooms indoors—people who now desperately need a bed at a burn treatment center. But there are only ten specialized burn beds in the entire Washington metropolitan area, at the MedStar Washington Hospital’s Burn Center in central D.C. And because this facility is about five miles northeast of the Pentagon, it no longer functions, if it even exists. At the Johns Hopkins Burn Center, forty-five miles northeast, in Baltimore, there are less than twenty specialized burn beds, but they all are about to become filled. In total there are only around 2,000 specialized burn unit beds in all fifty states at any given time.
Within seconds, thermal radiation from this 1-megaton nuclear bomb attack on the Pentagon has deeply burned the skin on roughly 1 million more people, 90 percent of whom will die. Defense scientists and academics alike have spent decades doing this math. Most won’t make it more than a few steps from where they happen to be standing when the bomb detonates. They become what civil defense experts referred to in the 1950s, when these gruesome calculations first came to be, as “Dead When Found.”
— Nuclear War” by Annie Jacobsen

My point in excerpting these opening paragraphs is that no sane person would wish this horror upon any area; it would spread beyond D.C. at the speed of multiple ICBMs.
This is what is glaringly wrong with the “experts” and “deep thinkers” at Rand, the Pentagram, the Dept. of State and all the rest: there’s zero chance that a nuclear attack would remain localized or contained.
They believe that it can. And are willing to bet the Earth on it.

isn’t that 90 second launch to cloud?

You must also figure on the whole “Continuity of Government” schtick these people have put together. Given enough advanced warning (and they will have it), key collectivists, Deep State Apparatchiks, and their willing legions of Orcs and Orcettes with uniforms and guns will be setting up shop at Mount Weather or some other secret squirrel location to initiate martial law and the complete dictatorial control of transportation, food supplies, medical help, etc.
No matter how much of Mordor-On-The Potomac is vaporized, the forces of darkness will still be in charge and the bleating sheeple, hand-wringing Normies, and RINO Cucks will go along with everything they say and do. Plan accordingly. Bleib ubrig.

rattlesnake’s in the air scrubbers.

Well Dweezil gets the brass ring with this response… as this what is in store I fear. I believe (at this moment) they are lining up all their ducks, putting everything in place and positioning all their key-players to implement team-tyranny’s grand plan as you outlined above.

In Vietnam they ‘burned the village to save the village” –how about “burning down the county to save a country.” This is what these sick-fecks are planning to do. What did Tsun Tsu about ‘burning down a country to rule over the ashes.’ And that’s where we’ll be–in ashes staggering among the ruins–and a lot of people will go along just to get the crumb sweepings off of the tables of the surviving elites.

Right now I see little to no MSM coverage (other than some quotes from Donald Trump) about the dangers of WWIII kicking off. Practically nothing. I think they/them are going to pull of some sorta’ ‘Pearl Harbor’ style event–yet another out-of-the-blue crisis (like 911) to justify taking this country to war (either with Iran or Russia). The rub is–a lot of conservatives will fall for it.

Now there’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. Built an exceptional ‘system’ at Mt Weather ~ 24 years ago.