But it was always a plan for the Final Option. When all else has failed. When the proverbial S has damn-straight fuckin' HTF!
The Nuclear Option.
With full knowledge, like its non-metaphorical counterpart, it means, in all likelihood, mutually assured destruction.
M.A.D.
Well, TBH, it really won't even be the equivalent of a metaphorical firecracker for the "enemy." Experience over the years of similar (albeit much smaller scale) "operations" and the "tests" conducted last summer suggest the active measures of retaliation will be, as I'd hope, relatively benign. In fact, since the full plans of Op V include a stealth mode to go into effect for an undetermined period, I shouldn't even hear the counter-strike, if any, from deep in the nether-reaches of my bunker.
It'll be the fallout that'll be a bitch!
The enduring radioactive nuclear winter will be keeping my world cold and deadly for years and years. Quite possibly in at least some measure, for all intents and purposes, literally until the day I die.
Here's a rough draft outline of the plan of operation and a table offering a way to record its progress, should the procedure go live. Yes, that's right, it's still very much just a plan. It's not a certainty. It's not impossible to believe it could be avoided.
But, then again, options diverting from this path appear, from my current vantage, less appealing. And the clock, yes that ol' doomsday clock keeps ticking.
Tick Tok, Tick Tok, Tick Tok
OPERATION V*
Remainder of post REDACTED 2/5/19.