80 years of becoming death

It’s the 80th anniversary of the Trinity bomb. Not an anniversary we should be celebrating as such, of course, since the atom bomb can hardly be called a positive contribution to humanity’s wellbeing (though I suppose some of the research into it must’ve useful applications later), and the military’s lack of concern for the residents who were closer to the thing than they should’ve been and their lies about the effects of it directly did those particular people no good. Still, I suppose the mushroom-shaped shadow it cast across most of the 20th century thereafter means we should at least acknowledge the day we all became sons of bitches, to paraphrase Trinity test director Kenneth Bainbridge…