Scary
The implications here are unsettling to say the least. Yeah, the flu is scary, but the idea of power crazy Neo-Cons using the military as their own personal police force... Just bothers me. Bush is looking to get a law overturned that would allow for this to happen.
And on the flu note... YARGH! FLU BAD!
All I can think of is The Stand. Flu outbreak, the military taking over, people being silenced, death and more death.
I am prepared for all kinds of things. Zombies, invasion, seige, whatever. But flu? Hard to shoot a flu.
Edit.
More scary!
Would be kinda bad if the government "accidently" let loose a superbug from one of their germ kitchens like Plum Island.
Why is it we can have germ kitchens but we take away other countries' germ kitchens...
Meh. This is unsettling. I don't like this at all.
The implications here are unsettling to say the least. Yeah, the flu is scary, but the idea of power crazy Neo-Cons using the military as their own personal police force... Just bothers me. Bush is looking to get a law overturned that would allow for this to happen.
And on the flu note... YARGH! FLU BAD!
All I can think of is The Stand. Flu outbreak, the military taking over, people being silenced, death and more death.
I am prepared for all kinds of things. Zombies, invasion, seige, whatever. But flu? Hard to shoot a flu.
Edit.
More scary!
Would be kinda bad if the government "accidently" let loose a superbug from one of their germ kitchens like Plum Island.
Why is it we can have germ kitchens but we take away other countries' germ kitchens...
Meh. This is unsettling. I don't like this at all.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."