One nightmare scenario goes like this: Donald Trump emerges from his
White House bedroom in the middle of the night, cellphone in hand,
enraged by the latest taunt from North Korea’s Kim Jong Un.
He spots the military aide sitting in the corridor with a black valise in his lap. It’s called the nuclear football.
“I’m gonna take care of this son of a bitch once and for all,” Trump growls. “Big-time. Gimme the codes.”
The aide cracks open the valise and hands the president a loose-leaf binder with a colorful menu of Armageddon options. They range from all-out, total annihilation plans for Russia and China down to a variety of strikes tailored just for North Korea.
Read more: No One Can Stop Trump From Waging Nuclear War With North Korea, Not Even His Generals
He spots the military aide sitting in the corridor with a black valise in his lap. It’s called the nuclear football.
“I’m gonna take care of this son of a bitch once and for all,” Trump growls. “Big-time. Gimme the codes.”
The aide cracks open the valise and hands the president a loose-leaf binder with a colorful menu of Armageddon options. They range from all-out, total annihilation plans for Russia and China down to a variety of strikes tailored just for North Korea.
Read more: No One Can Stop Trump From Waging Nuclear War With North Korea, Not Even His Generals
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