Something is coming. You can feel it in the air. By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.
I am not ready, but I might be ready enough.
Joking aside - the shit is hitting the fan as we speak, the post-war fun has finished and now everything is heading towards a new destruction. But Wiggs is just one of usual lazy neeguls, who instead of working, are sitiing on their porch or reading conspiracy on the web (as brain are too small for something serious).
How is that Nibiru doing, btw, Wiggs? Should I prapare my titanium reinforced/tin foil wrapped hatch for the wors or is there still some time left to enjoy life? We need to know, inform us.