The time has come, the Walrus said, to speak of many things:

Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–
Of cabbages–and kings–
And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”

If you are even marginally awake & aware, then your “spider-sense” is likely ringing like a fire claxon. I am currently recovering from a boot-to-the-chest ribcage injury that is quite painful. I also have a wicked case of tinnitus (a ringing in the ears) that my youthful love of Guns, Loud Rock-n-Roll Music & Drag Racing left me with. My own spider-sense consists of changes in pitch & volume of my tinnitus and today, whilst lying on my bed in horrible pain, my tinnitus got so loud and changed pitch to the point of drowning out the edition of “Surrounded by Idiots” internet radio program I was drowsing to.

After the “pain nap” I arose to clean up the results of my liquid pain killer session, and the broken glass, of the last evening and got the worst case of amorphous foreboding that I have had in a long time. I also got that metallic taste in my mouth that indicates that Fukushima radioactive rain-out over Northern Colorado has returned with the descending jet-stream. The radiation wetting my umbrella is a known, and not a source of amorphous foreboding, so something else is the source, What could it be? What could it be?

If I was a betting man, and I am not, I would lay down some Frog-Skins on the following disastrous prognostications:

WWIII – World War Three – Our idiot leaders have definitely got this one on the agenda. Whether you are a Demubplican or a Repubikrat – wanting to vote for Obamney or the other guy, Robama, know this…. all roads lead to a big-assed-war. Do yourself a favor and vote for Gary Johnson, the libertarian, because any vote for a non-shit-sandwich is a vote for real change. Remember what the Door Mouse said; “Peace on Earth…’

New Madrid E-Quake Action – Operation “Assumption” by our Friends at FEMA and the Great South East Shake-Out Drill just happen to be coinciding this week. If you don’t know the background on Assumption Parish Louisiana / Bayou Corne Sinkhole and how that “incident” may be connected to the BP Oil Spill and Salt Domes with the Mighty Mississippi tossed in for good measure… please look into the 1.5 million barrels of butane gas and some radioactive oil drilling waste contributed by the Texas Brine Corporation. If anyone is really still wondering where those 500,000 FEMA Coffins that hold 3  corpses each got off to… well, this would be a good bet.

Nuke Terrorism – If the first bet pays off, then it is likely that the mullahs in Iran have prepositioned some black market Russian or Israeli Nukes here in Amerika. To be lit off in case of attack on Iran. Who could blame ‘em after we bracketed Iran with police actions (undeclared wars) in Iraq, Afghanistan & Pakistan? Not-to-mention the largest NATO navel fleet in history parked in the Ocean just south of Iran. We’ve had it out for Iran since that whole embassy hostage thing happened .

The Largest Mercy-Killing of all time – Obama has cabinet member who’s college thesis was classified soon after as she was picked for his cabinet secretary… I forget her name…seems that she postulated in her  thesis that it would be better, should some natural disaster cause mass deaths, that it would be more humane for the government to ‘euthanize’ all us poor little people than to allow us to fend for ourselves in the face of some horrible disaster that would kill like 90% of us. I only put this last because there might be, and I say “might,” be some moral squabbles to this plan. But I doubt it. This plan is a “go” because it means that those left won’t have to deal with “hungry” survivors.

After those Top-Four contenders for apocalyptic ends, I think Planet-X is likely, then Alien Invasion (real or fake – waitin’ for the UFO’s and Hoping they aren’t MoFos), or even Yellowstone Super Volcano actions are good bets.

Leave a comment with your favorite Apocalyptic Pick if you think I am “wrong-wrong” (801 live Tokyo back in the day)

The Poem:

a poem by Lewis Carroll (the man that made rabbit holes famous)

The sun was shining on the sea,

Shining with all his might:

He did his very best to make

The billows smooth and bright–

And this was odd, because it was

The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,

Because she thought the sun

Had got no business to be there

After the day was done–

“It’s very rude of him,” she said,

“To come and spoil the fun!”

The sea was wet as wet could be,

The sands were dry as dry.

You could not see a cloud because

No cloud was in the sky:

No birds were flying overhead–

There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter

Were walking close at hand:

They wept like anything to see

Such quantities of sand:

“If this were only cleared away,”

They said, “it would be grand!”

“If seven maids with seven mops

Swept it for half a year,

Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,

“That they could get it clear?”

“I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,

And shed a bitter tear.

“0 Oysters, come and walk with us!”

The Walrus did beseech.

“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,

Along the briny beach:

We cannot do with more than four,

To give a hand to each.”

The eldest Oyster looked at him,

But never a word he said;

The eldest Oyster winked his eye,

And shook his heavy head–

Meaning to say he did not choose

To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,

All eager for the treat:

Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,

Their shoes were clean and neat–

And this was odd, because, you know,

They hadn’t any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,

And yet another four;

And thick and fast they came at last,

And more and more and more–

All hopping through the frothy waves,

And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter

Walked on a mile or so,

And then they rested on a rock

Conveniently low:

And all the little Oysters stood

And waited in a row.

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,

“To talk of many things:

Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–

Of cabbages–and kings–

And why the sea is boiling hot–

And whether pigs have wings.”

“But wait a bit,” the Oysters cried,

“Before we have our chat;

For some of us are out of breath,

And all of us are fat!”

“No hurry!” said the Carpenter.

They thanked him much for that.

“A loaf of bread,” the Walrus said,

“Is what we chiefly need:

Pepper and vinegar besides

Are very good indeed–

Now, if you’re ready, Oysters dear,

We can begin to feed.”

“But not on us!” the Oysters cried,

Turning a little blue.

“After such kindness, that would be

A dismal thing to do!”

“The night is fine,” the Walrus said,

“Do you admire the view?

“It was so kind of you to come!

And you are very nice!”

The Carpenter said nothing but

“Cut us another slice.

I wish you were not quite so deaf–

I’ve had to ask you twice!”

“It seems a shame,” the Walrus said,

“To play them such a trick.

After we’ve brought them out so far,

And made them trot so quick!”

The Carpenter said nothing but

“The butter’s spread too thick!”

“I weep for you,” the Walrus said:

“I deeply sympathize.”

With sobs and tears he sorted out

Those of the largest size,

Holding his pocket-handkerchief

Before his streaming eyes.

“0 Oysters,” said the Carpenter,

“You’ve had a pleasant run!

Shall we be trotting home again?”

But answer came there none–

And this was scarcely odd, because

They’d eaten every one.