If you see Quetzalcoatl,give him an extra flush.

I've noticed an attitude that's prevalent in the Che Guevara hat-wearing,emo-coiffed,"new age" hard ons in the circle I've been unfortuantely trapped in for the last few months:"It's all over in 2012,maaaaahn!"This is spurred on by a belief that the Mayan long-count calendar,which ends either on December 21st or December 23rd 2012 depending on who you talk to, signals the end of the world as we know it(please skip the mainstream R.E.M. cue there,for the love of the Gods!).It's not even known for certain if the Mayans themselves staked claim in this belief ,but the douchebags are sure convinced.I can't go out and not drink in peace without hearing some apocalyptic warning out of some limpwrist Franz Ferdinand-lookalike's worthless yap.You can't even find a Mayan these days that isn't airbrushed on the side of a conversion van,carrying some sacrifice up stone steps to appease a volcano or a feathered serpent or some equally dumb shit.Well,I've actualized a conception of what it's gonna look like when Quetzlcoatl finally flaps out of the heavens to seal mankind's final doom.

There are entirely more relevant mantras to be repeating out there ad nauseum,and you'll sound a lot more intelligently than you think you do now.Give the Mayans a rest.


Wop