Survival Mode

We're all wired into a survival mode now. No more of the fun that fueled the 90s.

That's the fatal flaw that's fueled the modern American ideology since the turn of the century. Millennium, really.

What the hippies failed to realize is, they didn't need the drugs to have fun in their generation. The drugs were just there to burn them out even quicker. And yet, through it all, they look at our generation and tell us, "No, no, no! You're doing it all wrong!" Of course, if they knew what we were really up to (ie having fun with the furry art w/o the sex and drugs), then they'd really blow a gasket. I say we keep their 'precious' rock & roll, just to teach them a lesson. They were some good tunes. You know, 'Touch Me', 'Under My Thumb', and 'I Gave Her All My Love'.

So now, forty years later, with everything just about running out of steam, all we have left to do is wait for End Times to show up, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to trumpet in the End of the World.