23 To Go

I wake up to the radio, the cops have this suspect on the run who dives out of my speaker and is brandishing a gun. He jumps off of my balcony but before he hits the ground becomes the victim of a drive by that is going down. I open up a coffee can, I'm needing some caffeine when out jumps illegal aliens who run fleeing from the scene. They dive into a mailbox where agents for the CDC are investigating some anthrax conspiracy. Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go. The suicidal mullah and the martyr fission guard are fencing with the fuel rods of the Babylon Jihad. All the foam fanged infidels with their bottle rocket brains start launching their scenarios for a nuclear exchange. Out on the worried boulevard nervous heads explode from all the terror elevated pressure overloads. It starts a circus stampede of the psychotropic hoard who rush down to the pharmacy for the Prozac smorgasbord. Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.