Mark Monford had a great column this past week
on living in a troubled world with BushCo in charge.
This all comes to mind as I realize, with increasing sense
of dread and alarm and a weird sense of fatalistic ennui, that if
any of the dire prognostications for the world soon comes to
pass, if the oil crisis strikes as violently as predicted and/or
if the eviscerated U.S. economy spirals us into a new and violent
Great Depression 2.0 and/or if BushCo does indeed succeed in
bringing the wrath of an angry spiteful homophobic God down upon
the swarming gay-lovin' tofu-sucking heathen masses, I might not
be as well prepared as I'd like. ...
I will, when the devolution comes and oil is $200 a barrel
and we are at war with China and the dollar is worth about three
cents on the euro, be relying on the talents and largesse of
others. I have, for example, a wonderful brother-in-law with his
own ranch-compound up near Spokane, well stocked with guns and
canned goods and copious hiding spaces, and it is remote and
rural and ready to be turned into a guarded inbreeding complex
just after BushCo finally mistakes his electric toothbrush for
the "nukular" button and hastens the end of the world
as we know it, just as the evangelicals are right now pleading.