There's always room for more (and more) Jello

It's difficult to sit ten feet from Jello Biafra for four and a half hours without jumping out of your seat like an idiot and toadying him about all the things he already knows he's done for America's kids over the past 30 years and can-I-just-shake-your-hand.

Anyway,

"We interrupt this program with a special bulletin:

America is now under marshall law.

All constitutional rights have been suspended.

Stay in your homes.

Do not attempt to contact love ones, insurance agent or attorney.

Shut up.

Do not attempt to think or depression may occur.

Stay in your homes.

Curfew is at 7 PM sharp after work.

Anyone gaught outside of gates of their surveillance sectors after curfew

will be shot.

Remain calm, do not panic.

Your neighborhood watchofficer will be by to collect urine examples in

the morning.

Anyone gaught intefering with the collection of urine examples will be

shot.

Stay in your homes, remain calm.

The number one enemy of progress is question.

National security is more important than individual will.

All port broadcasts will proceed as normal.

No more than two people may gather anywhere without permission.

Use only the drugs prescribed by your boss or supervisor.

Shut up.

Be happy.

Obey all orders without question.

The comfort you've demanded is now mandatory.

Be happy.

At last everything is done for you."

On the topic of the two-party (if you can call it that) system: The only difference between the two is that Democrats pretend to feel bad about their transgressions.

And on the rapture: what a relief for those left behind (we'll be fine as long as we have THIS). Yeah, floods, droughts and tornadoes (and world order as dictated by the manifested anti-christ) beats the shit outta war, capitalist facism and torture (and a new world order dictated by our primadonna anti-christ).



Jello is turning 50 this year, if I recall, and he is far from the lanky, sneering punk prognosticator who caught everyone's attention - I would never have noticed him walking down the street - but he's just as enthralling as a mellower reverend of the Green church (no mention of anarchy any longer). A little less spewing vitriol, a little more smirking irony, but the manic-preacher voice looks like it'll never be extinguished.