Nuclear Meltdown and Radiation

http://www.wikipedia.com

Yes, there is excessive nuclear waste in the air, I can feel it, and my eyelids are growing. What’s more, my ears have strangely developed super hearing and my toes are dancing on the floor. Remarkable, isn’t it?

I’m wondering, which will kill us first, nuclear waste, government interference, or fear? I’m betting on fear being the first to pay the reaper.

There most certainly are unusual levels of radiation over Fukushima’s nuclear plant...all that nuclear fuel was meant to be contained, but now…well, yea, it’s out. What are the nuclear levels? I don’t know and apparently, between sources, either people’s limbs are falling off, crops are being poisoned, or there’s nothing to worry about. That’s the problem, the sources.

Here’s the deal; we all care what happens to the Japanese and I think most worry and send prayers up for them, but its a million miles away from where I live and it’s certain that no one, in any country, has much faith in the governing powers. There’s supposed to be a plant, along the Missouri River, that is flooded and dangers exist that it could radiate us all into “glow-stage” but according to “sources,” the media has placed a black out on the news surrounding the plant.

If my squash, in the garden, develops legs and begins to talk, I’m going with the idea that maybe, just maybe, there’s a little too much radiation in the atmosphere around my home. As long the squash don’t talk, the maters don’t attack, and the peppers don’t take on a personality of their own, I’m going to wonder if there really is a plant leaking anywhere on the American continent.

You see, we won’t notice anything is amiss, if we are forced to go by our local news station, because bad hair, poor choices in clothing, and un-edited scripts are a staple of the local news. If the anchor were delivering a bit on nuclear waste and his/her arm fell off, she suddenly began to stutter, or some tragedy—not that the station is not a tragedy of poor proportions, already—were to occur, my husband and I would just say, “Well, that’s a new one.”

So, if I see a herd of cows leading a pack of dogs down the road out front, or the neighbor suddenly quits appearing in her backyard when my husband mows, then I might think the nuclear radiation has arrived. Until then, I’ll simply assume that running up and down the road, yelling, “The sky is falling, the sky is falling,” is a-bit that’s more suited to the talents of Chicken Little.

Unfortunately, I’m more concerned about surviving an irritated 2 (almost 3-year-old) until her daddy or mommy arrives to relieve me of the task. That’s another 3 and a half to four hours away, right now…do you really want to know what fear is, try it… you’ll love it.