I was dreamin’ when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this mornin’, could have sworn it was judgment day
The sky was all purple, there were people runnin’ everywhere
Tryin’ to run from the destruction, you know I didn’t even care
‘Cause they say two thousand zero zero, party over, Oops! out of time
So tonight I’m gonna party like it’s 1999 – Prince
9 days in: Muslim ban? Check. Nuclear clock reactivated and reset at two minutes to midnight? Check. Laws enacted to stifle protest? Check. Dakota pipeline plan reinstated? Check. Former allies holding clandestine international meetings to discuss what to do about the world’s newest and largest dictatorship and nuclear threat? Check.
But here’s the good part: there is absolutely nothing that can be done about any of it. It’s far too late for that. Guilt and despair are pointless. So like Nero sawing on his fiddle by the light of the flames of Rome, let’s cut loose. Let’s throw social conventions on the fire, unashamedly wave our freak flags, and party ‘til the end.
Yippie! We’re all gonna die.