I can't resist writing about the London bombings because today I was a victim of Media Overload. I work at a hospital and there is a TV outside my office that the patients watch while they wait. The television was tuned to a twenty four hour cable news station and there was non-stop coverage of the events in London. It was really wild to hear the newscasters try to cast this event as London's 9-11, along with the obligatory Muslim/Christian holy war implications. All the while, I couldn't help but remember some of the lines from the song Panic by The Smiths...

Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?

The going consensus on television was that the the attacks were timed to coincide with the G8 meeting in Scotland where the wonderful rock and roll superheroes of western wold were meeting to cure AIDS, stop hunger, end third world debt and just all-around save the planet. And whilst our do-good leaders stood in circle holding hands with Mandela-like peaceful intentions, the evil no good Arabs blew some shit up. And its all been wrapped up in a gelatin coated twenty four hour news format. Open wide and swallow. This pill is getting too big.

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE.

If the talking heads of CNN can present their story, then so shall I. So there is my version of events.

Inside the Gleneagles, seven men stood in circle jerk formation around another, ready to unleash misery upon the world. It was the time for the unmasking, when the alpha reptilian sheds his human form and devours the world. In a moment it would be done, just as a light bulb flashes brightly before it burns out, so is the world consumed. And onwards to digest.