Gimme Shelter

Sometimes the times can be expressed succinctly by a rock song. In the case of April, 2009 I have elected to take the thought provoking lyrics of Neil Hannon, in his vivid, if obvious enuncication of the inevitable. Greatest respect to the man:

Here comes the floodRivers of mud, babyHere comes the quakeEvacuate while you still canHere comes the fireOur funeral pyre, babyHere comes the floodHere comes the blood bath Here comes the flyFifty foot high, babyHere comes the warMore blood and goreThan you can standHere comes the raceFrom outer space, babyIts all overWere all gonna dieIf the good lord intended me to live in l.a., hed have given me a machine gun. still, here I am, just another little worried citizen of this modern-day pompeii waiting for the melt-down, the shWn, the great american close-down. when that fault-line that runs right through societys fabric finally snaps and the whole damn thing starts unravelling. why watch the sports channel, when youWatch cnn? ladies and gentlemen, the greatest race in history, the race to end all races, in fact the race to end history. in lane onethe san andreas fault. in lane twoglobal recession. in tel nino. in fourchemical war. lane fiveinter-racial conflict. lane sixauto immune deficiency syndrome. on your marks. get set. wait for it ..... go!Here comes the floodRivers of blood, babyHere comes the bombIt won t be longtil were all goneHere comes the sunRun baby run, babyIf you believe all that you readYoull know the end is nighWere all gonna die!