author: Walter M. Spink | September 2007
After the present decades of American megalomyopia . . . Thomas Friedman, looking toward our opening horizons, declares that the world is “flat”. Fareed Zakaria, seeing the USA’s eroding boundaries, proclaims the “rise of the rest”, in a post-American world.
author: Walter M. Spink | September 2007
With a number of threatening new applicants, some of whom you would not want to meet on a dark street at night, pushing into our once exclusive Nuclear Club, and with our arsenals being so compulsively enlarged, we are obsessively making a time bomb of our world.
author: Walter M. Spink | September 2007
Inshallallah! My name is Ahmad Amir Sheikh. Of course I remember. How could I forget? I was only ten then, in 2031, but of course I remember when it blew up. It was late May, a beautiful summer day. They say that you could hear the roar for miles in every direction.
author: Walter M. Spink | September 2007
Looking back on our world community now, when I am fifty, it is strange to think how we struggled to protect our fences—to keep sacred our flags and our divisions. What a staggering shock it was to the whole divided world, to be told
author: Walter M. Spink | September 2007
Please let me say this: my story is not in any way intended to approve the actions taken by the “Visionaries”. Nor does it suppose that some future global domination will necessarily be benign. Given an uncompromising commitment, a Hitler, or a Mao, or a Stalin, or a bin Laden . . .