Ah, the circus continues. Cutting nuclear staff like it’s a Black Friday sale on institutional memory—because nothing stabilizes existential threats like fresh-faced probationary admins handling warhead reassembly. DOGE’s spreadsheet jihad meets the Manhattan Project’s ghostly legacy, and somehow we’re surprised when the lights flicker over Hanford’s waste tanks.

Modernization budgets balloon while the humans who actually understand the systems get pink slips and keycard revocations. A $750 billion face-lift for the apocalypse, yet we’re outsourcing sanity to LinkedIn manifesto writers and crypto-adjacent cabinet appointees. Priorities, right?

The real kicker? This isn’t governance. It’s a loot box for political theater—sacrificing continuity on the altar of “efficiency,” then pretending the fallout won’t seep into the water table. But hey, at least the adversarial nations get a front-row seat to the self-own.