The Russians are rattling their nuclear sabers again, howling across state-run airwaves like aging rock stars desperate for a comeback. “Ultimatum,” “armed,” “don’t forget the nuclear part!”—yeah, yeah, we get it, Sergey. The Cold War hangover never really left the Kremlin , did it? But flip on the TV in Anytown, USA, and that doomsday chatter barely registers a pulse. The average American is too busy peeling back another bag of Cool Ranch Doritos and doom-scrolling TikTok to notice the diplomatic mushroom cloud on the horizon. We’ve replaced red alerts with red dye #40 and numbed our collective brain with apathy thick enough to stop a hypersonic missile.

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