Horseshoe Nails, Pupperoni, and the End of Civilization: a Fantasy (I hope)

“For the want of a nail the shoe was lost,
For the want of a shoe the horse was lost,
For the want of a horse the rider was lost,
For the want of a rider the battle was lost,
For the want of a battle the kingdom was lost,
And all for the want of a horseshoe-nail.”

--- Benjamin Franklin

So a friend of mine has a dog.  And she had a pizza box with a couple of slices left over.  She put the box on top of her gas stove.  The dog began jumping and smacking at the pizza box with its paws.  In the process the dog turned on the stove.  Goodbye kitchen.

A possible scenario:

Because Weiner was a pervert...

and because his wife worked for the Clinton campaign...

and because Weiner's laptop revealed more Clinton emails...

and because the director of the FBI chose to write a cryptic letter to Congress about them...

the failing Trump campaign was revitalized...

and an infantile madman became President of the United States...

and in his first term in office pushed the nuclear button...

and human civilization ended in the second decade of the 21st century.

The moral of each of these stories:  it sometimes doesn't take much to create a disaster.