The End Of The World As We Know It
Well, here I am, still tethered in self-isolation for nearly two weeks, surrounded by prophets of doom, with no estimate of when this nightmarish joyride will end. When, oh when will it all end, or will it ever end? Reporters are left baffled, the president and his minions are baffled and confused, and I’m plumb baffled, confused and psyched.
“Team by team, reporters baffled, trumped, tethered, cropped. Look at that low plane, fine, then, uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but it’ll do, save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed, tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right, right, you vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.” (“The End Of The World As We Know It” – REM – 1987)
Folks, we are wandering blindly into uncharted territory, giving rise to whether all this bafflement and confusion will lead to some kind of martial law or government takeover. Let us examine the facts: Even though the president says he tested negative for Coronavirus, the current pandemic raises the possibility that the executive branch or even Congress and the Supreme court could become disabled, forcing the implementation of “continuity of government” plans that could result in the evacuation of Washington D.C. and the relegating of leadership to second-tier officials in remote and quarantined locations.
Because the dreaded Coronavirus is new territory, there is the possibility that widespread panic and domestic violence as a result of food shortages could force those in charge to contemplate what are called “extraordinary circumstances.” By this time, you probably thinking that I’m some sort of maniacal fear monger like Rush Limbaugh or Alex Jones. But, no, baffled as I may be, I still maintain my rational thought process.
Contingency plans are reportedly already in effect that call for the possibility of implementing marshal law, in order to ensure government continuity by circumventing the normal Constitutional provisions of government succession in which military commanders could be placed in control throughout the U.S. What happens next? Only time will tell. But, if you ask me, it’s high time to start digging your bunker, otherwise, you may as well start digging your grave. But am I worried? Nah, like the president says, everything will be alright in the end, and I feel just fine.
“Six o’clock, T.V. hour, don’t get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform, book burning, bloodletting, very motive escalate, automotive incinerate, light a candle, light a motive, step down, step down, watch your heel crush, crush, uh, oh. This means no fear, cavalier, renegade and steering clear, a tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies, offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline. It’s the end of the world as we know it. Time, I had some time alone. It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. (REM)
Keep it flyin’ Uncle Mott