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Hello, 'ol PK Laughingas here. Official Mugwump Corporation Bear Cub Reporter #4504576.09857. I've been told that I'm a pretty nice guy.
Someone the other day told me there's a pretty good chance everything could go to shit this year. End of the world, big-time freak shit, ya know? As most of you know, I'm a pretty liberal kind of guy. Even batshit communist or socio-anarchist sometimes. But reality being the bitch she is, in the event that we end up living in some post-apocalyptic Mad Max world on or about January 1st, 2013, I want ya'll to know I'll be prepared. I'll take all that peace, love, and togetherness nonsense and shove it straight up my candy ass, like the Rock told me to do so many years ago. I'll be going gonzo savage, and quick.
It'll be, say, January 2nd, 2013, and you'll maybe be hanging around 17. West Mulberry Street in Baltimore, right across from where the library once stood (symbolism!), scratching yer junk and wondering exactly when you'll starve to death. Lo! Up the street! Who could that be, gnawing on a human thigh and holding a bloody spear in his other hand? That person will be me. And I'll have a smile on my face, damnit.
A few new age hippie types seem to think that 2012 is actually going to be some sort of mass spiritual awakening. Good. Why not? Could be worse, I suppose. The love you take being equal to the love you make, and all that nonsense. But, just in case, I'll be nurturing that little savage inside me; the one who says I should wield my ax now, and ask questions later.