by ... how-many? ... thousands or millions? whose heads are deeply immersed in this fantasy world of Blowing Things Up, for fun & profit.

We already knew 'we' were doomed; only question was Which? Exit Strategy would 'win'.
Were there some Earth-threatening asteroid or the countless child-man-caused apocalypses, playing out
--Murica is NOT where one would wish to hang out, awaiting The Big Show.
(Me? I'd try for a tramp steamer to Old Blighty; hang out with the folks going back to the Underground, just like during The Blitz).

Ya gets a few extra seconds before the blast-wave hits + some radiation protection from the usual (and earliest) shower of gammas and such.