cheshire42

Havoc...

Sounds like someone's about to cry it, then do a little dogs-of-war action.

I wish I could come up with something deep and profound here, but all I have are questions...

When is it our turn?

Sooner or later, it's gonna happen. Someone's gonna get sick of us and figure they've got the muscle to come on over and kick our teeth down our collective throats. Some day, we're gonna be weak, and we're gonna get ours.

Will we go out with a bang or a whimper? Will we be sore losers and torch the globe with our nuclear party-poopers? Will the cockroaches finally get their chance to call the shots?

Better yet, will anyone reading this be alive to see it happen?

I hope not.

But someone's gonna see it. A whole lot of someones. And when it ends, when it's time to put it down in the books for the record... how will we be remembered? Fondly? Or will we be the villains, like Nazi Germany? Who's gonna take our place at the top of the heap? Will the new boss do a better job, or will he be like The Who called it... same as the old boss?