Mother earth is pregnant for the third time.
We all have knocked her up. It took the arrival of Dr. Funkenstein to unearth the funk and usher its viral spread over the de-funkatized surface of the planet. The ruthless whoring of Funkentelechy has brought mother nature to her knees, and we're pinned beneath them. The frenzied incipience of pimpification hath risen to the point of cosmicide. The Placebo Syndrome has given the body politic weak knees, which are doomed to give out from under us at any moment.