You know those electronic billboards in Times Square, the big television things?  And you know those billboards that aren’t billboards as much as ads applied directly to the side of the building somehow, painted or otherwise?  If I had the means, I would rent out, say, twenty-four of these typically poisonous contraptions, spread out equidistantly within the city.  And then I would set up concert-level sound systems below each of them.  And then I would get two dozen projectors, and two dozen copies of the DVD of Dr. Strangelove. And at each location, I would screen this film once every night until the very night of my birthday (psst: Election Eve).  And y’know why?  If you’ve haven’t seen the movie, stop reading this post.

If you have, you’d know that it demonstrates quite hilariously, and heartbreakingly, how one – singular – nutjob, acting upon his own unjustified, groundless, psychopathic whims, can initiate a chain reaction that will ruin this world for everybody.