If you could un-invent something, what would it be?
Nuclear weapons. Nuclear anything, really.
I’m no saint (we’ve established that), but ever since the nuclear option entered the chat, wars have stopped being… wars. Now, before someone rushes in clutching their morality pearls—no, I’m not saying wars are fun. I’m saying look at the potential. There was structure. There was effort. There was skin in the game.
Now it’s just:
“I have this button. I can erase your entire country. Also your neighbours. Also the planet. Choose wisely.”
And I’m like—bro? It’s not that deep?
Geopolitics today feels less like strategy and more like toddlers throwing tantrums with doomsday toys. Everyone’s either threatening nuclear annihilation or staying completely silent because the other guy might threaten it first. No actual fighting. No confrontation. Just posturing and panic.
The essence of war is gone.
People don’t fight anymore. They either whisper “nuclear” like it’s Voldemort, or scream it from rooftops hoping it’ll scare someone into backing down. And it’s just… sad.
It’s like having a small argument at home about which cereal is superior, and instead of debating it like normal humans, someone commits murder. Over cornflakes. Unhinged behaviour.
Can’t we argue in peace?
And don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to sound like a mentally sane person — I love murder. Conceptually. Narratively. It’s my thing. I think I use CID as a drug, so no, I’m not against murders. But think about the principle. You’re disrespecting the essence of murder by killing someone over Cheerios. You get me? Where’s the haunting past? Where’s the “okay, he might be wrong but i get it” ness of the villain.
Bring back traditional wars. Bows and arrows. Swords. Sticks. At least then you had to show up. At least then you had to look your enemy in the eye and decide if it was worth it.
Now it’s all overkill, no courage, and zero accountability.
And honestly?
That’s the real tragedy.
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