Whaddup brothers and sisters! I write to you from La Manga Club, a Prisoner-styled holiday village Murcia, Spain. The Sun is shining, Sky News is screaming of financial Armageddon, and the presenters aren’t allowed to sit down any more, giving it all a more urgent edge. I’m off down the pool in a minute but first I thought I’d take advantage of the free wireless Internet in the local Si! restaurant to do some Internet business, while I still can!

David Cameron is promising to save my job, mortgage, pension and savings, but he’s talking to the wall. Personally, I don’t have a job, a mortgage, a pension or any saving, so David Cameron can’t help me. Anyway, I have God on my side. Shit, the Big Man gave me a new bed on Friday! Having suffered seven months of “sleep” on what feels like a wet potato sack full of spanners me and my better half we in a state of nightly despair, until,  - bing! - (Que heavenly light shining down) we found an orthopedic mattress parked behind the bins out front of our house. Still part wrapped and everything! So long as it doesn’t have fleas we are lucky lucky people.

Via the miracle flooded toilets, God also upgraded my uncle and auntie’s timeshare villa from a two bed to a three, so we’ve been upgraded from the sofa bed to a beautiful dungeon chamber. He saw fit to provide me with some new swimming trunks and a Hard Rock cafe T Shirts, which magically appeared in my bag. I am all set. I shall fear no lack of Socialist bail-out, for I walk with The lord, and He walks with Me. hallelujah!

Oh, and regarding the ATD16 accapellas - I didn’t have time to render them all before leaving on Saturday, so you’ll have them when I get back next week. PAXUS WOW!

“I thought about it and I realized that i might be part of the last generation that has experienced ‘normal life’ for some time… I try to think of positive things, you know, like I’m happy about what’s been happening with my writing. But in the face of the upcoming disaster everything seems futile.”
Harvey Pekar, American Splendour

Personally, I have been unable to allow myself to entertain the ramifications of this new 42 day detention fuckery, other than to note to my sad self that 42 days in a hole with no charge would pretty much destroy anybody’s life.

Similar with food and gas prices. The much maligned conspiracy pundits over at Prison Planet warned a year ago of Henry Kissinger’s plans for $200 a barrel oil, and the ramifications that would have for the West’s middle classes, let alone the rest of the world that was already bathing in shit.

A few months ago my girlfriend asked me why I hadn’t writing much about world affairs lately. My answer was, all the stuff I’d been screaming about my whole life was as in-thy-FACE now as it was going to be. Everybody knows shit is fucked the fuck up, and everyone knows, deep down, why that is. What am I gonna do, say, “shit’s fucked the fuck up!” Or, “told you so?” Post lists of Bilderburg attendees, as if that’s gonna help my freshly redundant Dad get a job?

I said, right now, I want to be positive.

There is enough Armageddon being screamed from every other rooftop. I wanna have a barbecue on mine. If the lights are going out, I’m not gonna be sitting in the dark crying. Me and my peoples are burning fires. We will dance round them and sing songs. We will tell each other stories. We will hang on to our humanity, because when it comes down to it, that’s all we have.

I believe that humanity is awesome, and I believe we’ve not even scratched the surface of our potential. I find that shit exciting. There’s no guarantee I’ll have a working computer in three weeks, let alone five years, so I’m writing, and making as many songs, videos, and animations as possible. I’m gonna do as many collaborations as I can. If you’re dope and you’re not a dick, I wanna work with you. If it doesn’t make us rich I don’t care. The way shit’s panning out, either you’re in the Boy’s Club with The Swine or you’re in the gutter with the Scum, and I know where I wanna be.

I have no future marching people into gas chambers. I’ve never been any god with authority and I don’t do company haircuts. So you can keep your gold trimmed membership card. I’ll be digging the earth and feeding my family with everyone else.

“True wealth,” rapped Dead Prez, “comes from good health and wise ways.” That, harmony with one’s natural environment, and real human relationships. And that’s what I’m switching my full attention to. Thats where I’m going. I’ve developed a lot of bad habbits during my tenure in the last moments of our civilization, and they’re gonna be hard to break, so all help will be appreciated.

I’m looking forward to the future, whatever it holds. I’m looking forward to all the cool stuff we’re gonna do together. A billion and one truly fucking awful things are gonna happen to each and every one of us, and they’ll make whatever joy we find in between all the sweeter.