Channelling for the NeoCons

Today I was woken up.
Dragged from the cradle of sleep by the elderly cat that I am sitting.
In the morning her 'meows' are like nails on a blackboard, abrupt and shrill. She wants me up, my room is no fun with me sleeping. She wants my warm lap and the tap tap of my typing. She wants me to get up and blog.
Her name is Fishbone but it doesn't suit.
Fishbone is not an old ladies name.
This morning in the bright morning light of a low winters sun I stumbled across a website that made me laugh, but then I got scared. That's what happens sometimes when I read about the Hardcore Contingent of the GodSquad.
Kim Clement is his name... a Prophet.

Read his prophecies about Bush.
Everybody hold hands and close your eyes, we need to channel ourselves a Hero.
We're holding out for a Hero to the morning light, she's gotta be strong , she's gotta be fast , she's gotta be fresh from the fight...
Yes people, we need Bonnie Tyler.