"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones".

I made the mistake of googling how many nuclear warheads Rusia actually has. Now I no longer worry about finishing my epic novel. 

But a good thing about depression can be, when you worry about the worst things imaginable, they feel almost funny, if not like a relief. Creepy soothing, really, how much would be solved if fucked up old men with too much money and zero heart would all be eradicated. Though I doubt they ever really would be, as long as there are humans around.