Mad conventional tea kettles do that already, they attack by spilling hot water on the owner.
Touché.
Social collapse is closer than many think. Things like Black Lives Matter, the digging up and in some case fabricating all these sexual harassment allegations, are bits of evidence that we as a country are no longer working for the common good.
I'm not going to come down on any particular side, but I certainly agree that there's been an increase in civil unrest of late. I was actually being pretty generous with my 80-year timeline.
On the other hand, as the author of Ecclesiastes writes,
"What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun."
In many ways I actually believe the Norks could do the USA a big favor by nuking a few select cities in this country. Cities are where the dis-functionality issues from and a few million dead, in one or more or the more dis-functional cities, would cause people to wake up and work together.
I understand what you're saying, but I cannot agree, and I don't know if you truly feel that way either. Unfortunately, the "if only this, then that" sentiment is all too common in our species. Who is to be the judge of such things?
“Spirit,” said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before, “tell me if Tiny Tim will live.”
“I see a vacant seat,” replied the Ghost, “in the poor chimney-corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die.”
“No, no,” said Scrooge. “Oh, no, kind Spirit! say he will be spared.”
“If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none other of my race,” returned the Ghost, “will find him here. What then? If he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.”
Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief.
“Man,” said the Ghost, “if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be, that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man’s child. Oh God! to hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust!”