Maybe the Romans knew things were falling apart. Maybe it wasn’t until then they started banging their slaves and drinking too much. Maybe the thinky pedoes in robes in Athens only started their man-boy love crusade when the curtain began to close on the Greek Empire. The bad behaviour ramps up when the end is nigh. Don’t you look around for someone to make out with when you’re on an airplane that’s beginning its final descent? Just in case.
America’s now run by one family, and at the top is an orange emperor (that has no clothes). If this isn’t a sign that it’s over then all we’re missing is the four horsemen of the apocalypse. How many more invitations do you need before you join me on Koh Samui for a Full Moon Party.
Welcome to Episode 65 and the end of the world as we know it.