by Matt Zambito One day, someone’s gonna get an itch they can’t scratch without their trigger finger’s help and push the button they will. All the governments with known nukes already ready to turn the world to rubble remain part of an international mutually assured destruction pact, and I don’t even trust my next-door neighbor Ned won’t heave his whippet’s waste into my yard. Even if Heaven is an absolute blast, I don’t wanna end time on Earth just because nations are bad fictions. Radio- active annihilation sounds awful as awful could be: and it…