I'm Exhausted After Twenty-Five

"Son of man, set your face toward Gog of the land of Magog, the prince of Rosh, Meshech, and Tubal, and prophecy against him, and say, 'Thus says the Lord God, "Behold, I am against you, O Gog, prince of Rosh, Meshech, and Tubal. And I will turn you about, and put hooks into your jaws, and I will bring you out, and all your army, horses and horsemen, all of them splendidly attired, a great company with buckler and shield, all of them wielding swords; Persia, Ethiopia, and Put with them, all of them with shield and helmet; Gomer with all its troops; Beth-togarmah from the remote parts of the north with all its troops, many peoples with you." Ezekiel 38:2-6 The Year Twenty-Aught-Five is filled with dread and trepidation. Some of us will have seen a quarter century of Life, and truly, is the world any better? Probably not, which is also probably our fault. Mo Wiser has seen the big 2-5 and wound up in the Special Olympics. The fact is that twenty years on this planet was more than I ever wanted, and twenty-five is cruel and unusual punishment. Here's to 365 more chances to get the hell out. A brief retrospective of 2004: death eats bugs worst neighbor ever and finally you jerks can shut up....