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A massive Tsunami looms on the horizon, bearing down relentlessly. A few lonely discarded voices warn from the high ground - we lonely and pathetic cassandras and pessimists, buzz-kills, really.
See the beach dwellers - fully ensconced, like shiny beached whales, sur la plage. What is that in the distance anyway? Is that a massive wave? "...let's surf - I'm not afraid to surf this place - we'll surf this whole fucking place !"
Occupy Wall Street? What do those loser bums want anyway? Fuck all of them. Don't they know there is a new episode of Dancing with the Lost Star of the Modern American Breaking Bad Family Idol?
I am sure those doughnut plugged 50-something cops getting-ready-to-retire will take care of those hippies and their PTSD soldier buddies. What? Another 50,000 20-somethings coming back from Iraq ? Time to dial up a new war up in here.
9 Large Pizzas with 9 Toppings for $9 dollars ! Vote for me. I can fix all of this...