Son of the Drunken Prophet

Hear ye hear ye all ye gathered here today, or should I say tonight? Or even this morning! Ahem, listen to the words I have here for ye to hear and with your ever sharpening minds to understand. For you see, all the wallibuts are getting smarter and beginning to leave their dens. It is only time until they are upon the nations of this great land. Only the one who holds the long john sliver shall ammend for the great injustices in the land of Cahoots. And Farfardee. But as everyone knows, they are just a little bit totally off their rocker. And as they rock in their glorified rockers they shall dream dreams of grand bands and loud larynxes. And it shall come to pass that only those dastardly larynxes will be left to pick up the dust in the craters left of this great city that shall stand for a thousand years. Or so they say. They will see. Everyone shall see, for as I have said it will will it come to pass. And only your dogs and cats will mourn you. And possibly your Aunts. We will have to see on that one. And the last dog that ends his time of grief shall rise up and create a new nation founded liberty and dedicated to the proposition that everyone in their right mind would listen to a dog. As it has been, so it shall be. So says the Son of the Drunken Prophet.