I've just had a prayer from Michael Jackson, and he is not happy about the Without Me video...

New Testament figures go for the eastside, for the eastside, for the eastside...

Guess who's back.
Back again.
Yes I'm back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back....

Man's created a monster, cause nobody wants to see Jesus no more,
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver,
Well if you want, Shady, this is what I'll give ya:
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka to jump start your heart quicker
Then the shocks when you get shocked at the hospital
When the doctor sees you're not co-operating,
When you're rocking the table while he's operating.
You waited too long there's no debating,
Cause I'm back, I'm waiting for some explicating.
I know that you'll have a job explaining
Cause the rules I left weren't complicated.
Then I died for y'all and let you be,
And let you be what you want to be,
So you rap about drugs on MTV,
But it feels so empty without me.
So come on and fess, make a clean breast
The porn and the gun crime and the disrespect
And get ready, cause this shit's about to get heavy
I've just been listening to your records and talking to Debbie!

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little more decency
And it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cause we need a little civility
And it feels so empty without me.

Conspiracy theory, alien visitors,
You don't believe I live but do believe Elvis
If my dad wasn't God I'd be feeling helpless,
So you didn't know your dad, but you could have known mine bitch.
A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin the airwaves?
A rebel, so I let you revel and bask
In the fact that you got everyone kissin your arse
And in a disaster, in a catastrophe
And you can see no damn entourage, you'll beg for me.
Well I'm back, na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na
Fix your damn antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
Enter in, under your skin like a splinter
The centre of attention, back for the sinner
I'm spinning verses, the best thing since Moses
The best dressed biblical figure since Joseph,
Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as some one mentions me
Here's my ten cents, forgiveness is free
Jesus is coming, look busy.

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
Cause we need a little morality
And it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cause we need a little more charity
And it feels so empty without me.

A-tisket, a-taskit, I'll go tit for tat with
A rapper who's talking "This shit, that shit"
You think you're a big star, well I'm truly massive
You should have seen the crowd at the sermon on the mount, kid.
You think you're so deep cos you got a daughter
Dude I can literally walk on water
You're turning rhymes line after line
I can turn water into wine.
Now let's go, just gimmie the signal
I'm sure you've got a whole list of new insults.
I can cope, I wont die I'm immortal
If you're wrong and I'm right you're going to hell.
But sometimes the thing just seems
That nobody ever wants to discuss me
But that don't mean they're disgusting
That's just you, you're just obscene.
And though you're not the first king of controversy,
We took a dim view of Elvis Presley,
committing crimes and smoking weed
And used it to get yourself wealthy
Here's a way of keeping scores
My best seller way outsold yours
But no matter how many kids buy your CD
It'll be so empty without me.

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cause we need a little fidelity
And it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cos you'll never find God on MTV
And it feels so empty without me.

We Need A Little Controversy

Health Warning: This post may be found offensive by persons who are unable to appreciate that the modern image of Jesus is a created construct for which Christians have only themselves to thank. Or those who lack a sense of humour.

Cos it feels so empty without me...

Just No.

The Squid: Ah splendid, lunch. I'm starving. Now, how do I get it off this bit of string?

The Japenese: Oh wow! A truly gigantic squid! Caught on our giant hooks! No one's ever got a picture of one of these before! It's only in the last few years we were even convinced they existed! There can't be that many of them. I wonder what it's doing so far out of its feeding depth. Aren't we lucky to get these photos?! And now we know how to lure and catch one! Soon we will know everything about them! Oh look! It's wrenched one of its own tentacles off trying to get free! This is a wonderful day for the study of seafood, I mean, sea life.

The Squid: My arm! You ripped my fucking arm off! Why would you do that? Well if you want to play it that way...

Freedom For Tooting!

Twinkle Twinkle To See You Nice

It's Back! In but nineteen days, upon the 15th October, lovely old Brucey and Vernon Kaye's Much Better Looking Wife return to us with the fabulous Strictly Come Dancing! The show that brings you all of the childhood joy of pretty dresses and twirling around without the sting of the teenage realization that the girls we thought we wanted to be are actually chubby orange Northerners with all the self awareness of a tan leather couch.

The following Monday sees the return of our daily fix It Takes Two, which allows us to criticize the music choices, speculate as to whether the chosen dress colour will suit the female celebrity, see who's rowing with their partner, watch celebs fall over AND get a look at the form in order to place our bets before the Saturday night show. To top it off, It Takes Two is presented by Claudia Winkleman, who as we all know is a bad bitch of the finest kind.

Strictly Come Dancing is an island of niceness in a TV schedule full of rape, murder and anodyne blondes with no talent. There's just nothing Wrong about it at all, unless you count that awful Dracula routine to 'Wake Me Up' last year. It contains all manner of lessons and morals for us all, and if you have digital you can press the red button and a guy who reminds me a bit of my grandad will teach you how to do the dances! Here's what you can learn:




It's ok to be pretty, intelligent and talented.
Of course we knew this, but it doesn't hurt to have Natasha Kaplinsky to quote as an example.

Even butch girls can be beautiful.

Denise Richards was absolutely robbed last year. She looked fabulous all the way through, without for one minute compromising her althleticism. She looked like a real Dancer, unlike Butlin's Redcoat Showgirl Jill Halfpenny.

As a nation, we'd be nothing without Brucey.
He finally found his ideal niche, a band, a disco ball, pretty ladies, dinner dress every night. And can you imagine it presented by anyone else? Let's face it, Norton just doesn't have Brucey's style.

Old School London Gentlemen rule. Len Goodman is a total hero. He's so nice you'd let him dance with your gran. He demonstrates you don't have to be as camp as a row of tents to judge ballroom dancing, or an Orange Bitch Exhibitionist to give TV-worthy criticism. He and Brucey together demonstrate how to give a compliment to a lady, and how to make a slightly cheeky joke without coming across as sleazy or embarrassing.

It's ok to hate gay people.
If they're Craig Revel Horwood OBE.

Sequins Are Good.
After Jordan's wedding Swarofski is Dead, Long Live the Sequin! Sequins are retro and sparkly and make you feel brilliant. One of the best things about being a Grown Up (amongst being able to sit where you like on the bus and not having to eat stuff you don't like) is being allowed to wear sparkly dressing up clothes whenever you want.

You can wear sequins for work. You can, you know. And people don't throw things at you, they say "Why Moon, where did you get those lovely aqua sequin shoes and that fabulous purple sequin belt?" "Shelly's- £25, and Top Shop- £15" I inform them, as everyone should feel as good as this, like Barbie, but in a more good, honest cheap way.

Dancing makes everyone feel good.
Especially when wearing sequins.

Celebrity Reality TV does not have to make you want to die.
It can make you want to be famous just so someone will teach you to dance and make you a new pretty, sparkly costume to wear every week. And really, can you think of a better reason to be famous?

Never Again

What Katy Did

What Katy Did Next

How To Get Ahead In Advertising

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Animal Rights Nutjob

Save The Toad

Don't You Just Love Seeing Bush Get His Fun Spoiled?

EUGE! JUBILATE!

"For the cause of peace and stability on the Korean Peninsula and in north-east Asia at large, the six parties held in a spirit of mutual respect and equality serious and practical talks concerning the denuclearisation of the Korean Peninsula on the basis of the common understanding of the previous three rounds of talks and agreed in this context to the following:

1. The six parties unanimously reaffirmed that the goal of the six-party talks is the verifiable denuclearisation of the Korean Peninsula in a peaceful manner.

The Democratic People's Republic of Korea (North Korea) committed to abandoning all nuclear weapons and existing nuclear programmes and returning at an early date to the treaty on the non-proliferation of nuclear weapons (NPT) and to IAEA (International Atomic Energy Agency) safeguards.

The United States affirmed that is has no nuclear weapons on the Korean Peninsula and has no intention to attack or invade the DPRK with nuclear or conventional weapons.*

The ROK (South Korea) reaffirmed its commitment not to receive or deploy nuclear weapons in accordance with the 1992 joint declaration of the Denuclearization of the Korean Peninsula, while affirming that there exist no nuclear weapons within its territory.

The 1992 joint declaration of the Denuclearisation of the Korean Peninsula should be observed and implemented.

The DPRK stated that it has the right to peaceful uses of nuclear energy.

The other parties expressed their respect and agreed to discuss at an appropriate time the subject of the provision of light-water reactor to the DPRK.

2. The six parties undertook, in their relations, to abide by the purposes and principles of the Charter of the United Nations and recognised norms of international relations.

The DPRK and the United States undertook to respect each other's sovereignty, exist peacefully together and take steps to normalise their relations subject to their respective bilateral policies.*

The DPRK and Japan undertook to take steps to normalise their relations in accordance with the (2002) Pyongyang Declaration, on the basis of the settlement of unfortunate past and the outstanding issues of concern.

3. The six parties undertook to promote economic cooperation in the fields of energy, trade and investment, bilaterally and/or multilaterally.

China, Japan, the Republic of Korea (ROK), Russia and the US stated their willingness to provide energy assistance to the DPRK*. The ROK reaffirmed its proposal of 12 July 2005, concerning the provision of 2 million kilowatts of electric power to the DPRK.

4. Committed to joint efforts for lasting peace and stability in northeast Asia, the directly related parties will negotiate a permanent peace regime on the Korean Peninsula at an appropriate separate forum.

The six parties agreed to explore ways and means for promoting security cooperation in northeast Asia.

5. The six parties agreed to take coordinated steps to implement the aforementioned consensus in a phased manner in line with the principle of "commitment for commitment, action for action".

6. The six parties agreed to hold the fifth round of the six-party talks in Beijing in early November 2005 at a date to be determined through consultations."
Full Text Of Agreement 19/9/05

* I'm sorry, your word is not good enough. We also have concerns about the current regime's systematic disenfranchisement of its citizens. Let a country you don't like and trust wander round all your army bases, nuclear installations, research facilities and related government departments taking photos and reading documents, or I'm afraid we will have to come and "liberate" you.

Actually, I Object

It's rubbish! It looks absolutely nothing like her.

Passing Notes

Can you wait five minutes? The Wiper has gone for more Kandoo.
Conde

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Itim! Itim!

Eze Mahn! Naueze Mahn!

Ghan! Slingyar Ouk!

And Coming Soon:
Peggy makes a hole in one.

It's just.....so beautiful!

I'm Not A Housewife, I'm A Hornbag!

Lowri Turner: Fat & Can't Cook

I haven't had a quality rant for a while, so I'm going to have one today. A while ago I heard professional mouth Lowri Turner slagging off the "new fashion" amongst women for doing things like baking and sewing for fun. Apparently we are "perpetuating our own form of slavery". Fuck off. Perpetuating our own form of cake, I rather think. I prefer my own form of cake to all shop bought varieties, particularly Mr. Kipling, who makes exceedingly damp cakes. Perpetuating my own form of cake also has the bonus of being able to lick the bowl, which is the point of making cakes.
I also regularly perpetuate my own forms of pasta sauce, marinade, salad dressing, clothing and jewelry. All things which according to Lowri are morally deficient acts, slights and sins against the noble sistren who fought for our rights, as if every time a woman bakes a fairy cake, Germaine Greer gets another wrinkle. This from the woman who gets a slight thrill off her own raciness at having a baby before she was married. Ooovvff! How scandalous! This chubby self-admitted domestic failure generally works on homes and 'lifestyle' programs, and thinks it's a triumph of women's liberation and the zenith of cleverness to spend slightly more than the ingredients of a good pasta sauce would cost on a jar of ketchup with dubious grey flecks in.
Meanwhile, on the other channel, hamster faced soybotherer "Dr." (PhD American Holistic College Of Nutrition. Hem.) Gillian McKeith is waving her arms at a table heaving with bought cakes and Dolmio, which she will do until the fatty of the week is humiliated and ashamed enough to take a crap into a takeaway container and have it probed and criticized on national TV. "How very very stupid you are." she tells them. "Look at you! You can't even shit right. And look at your children! They're fat too, and it's your fault. You're eating yourself to death, and you're going to leave three fat orphans behind you if you don't actually manage to kill them first. If you cared about your children or yourself one little bit, you'd be prepared to chop up vegetables and cook real food." Six months later she's back gushing away about how gorgeous her victims look, and what a difference the good diet has made to their skin and hair as well as their Body Lard Index. "You look ten years younger!" She crows. "Ah, the cleverness of me!"
Once Gillian has finished crusading for the enweement of the nation, sourpuss botox pusher Nicky Hambleton-Jones (who is a qualified nutritionist, by the way) is marching people who look about as good for their age as McKeith down to the surgeon's office telling them that they need surgery. Hark at the South African pot calling the kittle blick. Oh, and Nicky? Should Have Gone To Specsavers.
As a modern woman I refuse to eat dirrrty plastic food and get ripped off for the privilege, I refuse to buy this season's black military jacket when I can just sew new buttons and a bit of trim on last year's, I will absolutely not feel guilty about not subsisting on a diet of soy and aduki beans, and you'll never convince me that frivolous elective surgery is a good idea. And most of all, I refuse to be told what to do by an additive bloated lazyarse. Sexual equality means neither woman nor man can tell me what to do. Let she who is without sin amoungst us lose the first stone.
I do not cook the dinner most nights in order to be a good little wifey. I cook most nights because I'm a better cook than my husband. I do not have a cupboard full of arts and crafts materials because it's a suitable recreation for an accomplished young lady. I have that stuff because for twenty quid I can make a necklace that would cost you about three hundred pounds in a shop. I do not bake so that my husband comes home to the smell of baking and the warm glow of satisfaction at his masterhood of the house. I bake so that there is cake. And I wouldn't do any of that stuff if I didn't enjoy it.
Because, Lowri, I am actually not fucking stupid, I actually am very good at these things, and I am secure enough not to play my inadequacies off as moral victories over other people. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go- I've got grilled duck with rosemary and red wine on the stove and my foccacia dough is ready to go in the oven.

WITCH- Hornbag!

Research suggests the average woman consumes six pounds of lipstick over a lifetime in the course of normal makeup wearing. In the light of this shocking information, WITCH is pleased to bring you Eyeko Lip Ink. It does exactly what it says on the tin, is totally transfer-proof, and has an appealing fruity smell. Best Makeup Item Ever.

I've Got One Word To Say To You Warney- Joker!

Australian Cultural Icons Tell Us Thier Feelings On Australia's Ashes Defeat.

Kimberly Craig- "Hello! Revolting!"

Kel Knight- "When I was in the Navy I gained a lot of respect for the way the English handle balls, and yesterday just proved to me all over again what kind of men they are."












Sharon Streslecki- "I'm sure Warney was just having an off day, and the team have been a bit injury prone, like myself..."












Kath Knight- "A bit unlucky for our boys, but the English aren't much good at anything, so it's a boon for them. I think it's nice, yeah, it's unusual, it's nice."













Prue- "How about you learn to threw and carch?"

Trude- "Booub after booub urva after urva! It was a crarsis!"

Text Cricket

Today's wizard wheeze for the ladies:

Text your father: "I'm thinking of taking up cricket, what are the rules?"

You'll Never Get A Job At The BBC Dressing Like That...

Following Channel 5's "shocking" "revelations" about wor beloved Trinny and Suzannah, news has leaked out that the BBC are considering alternative programs for their slot. Hem.

1) What Knot To Wear- George Smith teaches Hoodies to dress like gentlemen.

2) What not to, Where- Gay Scene mavens Tranny and AManDa take you through the best and worst of Europe's gay clubs, including toilet comfort and cleanliness ratings and local indecency laws.

3) Wok Not To Wear- Nancy Lam and the Good Housekeeping Institute review the best world cuisine cooking equipment available on the high street.

4) Wott Not To Were'- Bill Bailey stars as Ulric (look it up, it means Wolf. Clever innit?) Wott in this sitcom about a werewolf's hapless attempts to cure his condition, and the hilarity that ensues at the full moon.

5) What Not To Wi' Hair- Big Brother's Makosi presents terrestrial TV's first Afro hair and beauty show.

6) Watt Not To Where- Reality/DIY show about disastrous amateur attempts at home wiring.

7) Wotnot Not To Wear- Deep Shine and The Man From Uncle take on Kim and Aggie type roles and teach homeowners how to care for their antiques and household finished wood surfaces.

Vote Now in the comments section, and we will pass your opinions on to Auntie Beeb.

O.V.A.H

So Close.....
All we have to do is not fuck up embarassingly.....

The Tension is slightly too much for me, I need to get out and go inside myself, search my chasoms for meanings.
Right, Ladies, on the "If you want a job done properly" basis, who wants to start a women's cricket team? I'll look up a place we can all learn, and my pal here can print us a really foxy strip.

Thought For The Day

ISTBO- Reasons To Be Cheerful

It'll Be Her Soon.
Every day I spring out of bed to check the news, just in case today's the day.
Be Prepared.

WITCH- Bon Temps Roul-Aid

ISTBO's sister organisation, WITCH which exists to advise and inform you on your shopping choices, today brings you a way to contribute to the economy of the area affected by hurricane Katrina. "Bon Temps Rouler" roughly translates as "Let the good times roll", and can often be heard in Cajun and Zydeco music in the same way as "Get down" is in funk and effeminate squeeking is in Michael Jackson records. Here are some brilliant records by 'Bon Temps' Cajun, Zydeco and New Orleans Jazz bands, all from the affected areas. Take a chance on one at your local record store today, and experience wonderful new music whilst putting some cash into an economy that's going to need it to rebuild. Their agent's site says the lads are fine, and you can bet your life they're doing what they can to help those that aren't.

This is a brilliant place to start on Cajun/Zydeco. Fronted by violinist and singer Michael Doucet, one of the main forces in the preservation and renaissance of his local dialect and music, this is a lively mixture of violin, guitar, accordion and percussion with your usual band instruments. Don't let memories of bad accordion played in eighties 'party' records put you off, I promise you this is something entirely different! It is entirely impossible to listen to this album and stay still or maintain any bad mood you have been in. Shoes off, beer from the fridge, and a crayfish po'boy for tea.
It's a sort of sandwich...


Monsieur Doucet again, this time with a more pared down arrangement. This band were originally together in the 1970s playing Louisiana dance halls known as 'The Cajun Grateful Dead', but never got around to recording anything. They put this right in 1997, way past time, but as you'll see, Michael's a very busy chap. This album is perfect for anyone who is too chicken or too miserable to relish a well played accordion, but who still wants to get the Cajun vibe. If you're more in a sittin' on the back porch with a smoke and a shotgun lookin' out at the swamp mood, this is the one you're looking for. Just make sure the tapping of your toe doesn't attract the gators.

If you're not convinced Cajun dance music is your thang, worry not. Doucet again, this time with perfect bluegrass voice Bruce Molsky and Darol Anger on violins, and Rushad on the end there on cello, and only occasional judiciously used acoustic guitar, this album ranges from classical to jazz, with the stunningly beautiful Cajun waltz 'Chez Seychelles' on the way. Particularly pleasing is Michael and Bruce's Cajun French and English version of 'I Know (you don't want me no more)'. This is a totally absorbing album you can really listen to, or impress visitors with your sophisticated tastes by playing in the background during aperatifs.


New Orleans Jazz, now, and a relatively new addition to my collection, but I have to say this one Does Exactly What It Says On The Tin. Featuring guest artists like Mellua-ilkmate but rather good actually Norah Jones, and the legendary and fabulous Dr. John, this is cheese free good old Old Town Jazz at a range of tempos. 'We Got Robbed' is a fine tune, and one you may want to have cued up as we'd look like winning the Ashes if it wasn't for rain forecast...
This is also one of the only records on here not to feature Michael Doucet! Oh, and you've gotta love the name...

The Queen Stace'

All hail Stacey Slater, Queen of Walford Town!

Deep Shine and I have long considered Lacey Turner to be Benders' finest asset at this loit stoige, and now that the BBC has finally put the last nail into Den's coffin (the senior brass lined up round the block for a go of the nail gun, and has Leslie Grantham been seen since? That's what I want to know...), a new Master Manipulator must be crowned. Ah, we had high hopes of Johnny Allen, but he's off within the year, so now all we can expect from him is some major league Episode when he finds out that Tina started the fire that killed Mrs. Allen and Scarlett. She did you know. This is Eastenders, she's a fairly well preserved middle-aged blonde, married to a Dodgy Geezer Esq. therefore she must be evil.
Stacey has long been scooping All The Best Lines, no doubt due to Lacey's post-ironic Real Cockney delivery, and she's pretty much proved that there's nothing and no-one she won't do to get her own way. She's also shaping up to be a fine rough diamond, showing a reasonable amount of common sense and kindness to that total drip Ruby (who I can only hope will be bumped off by Tina-she's a firestarter, twisted firestarter- in a final psycho attempt to get Johhny all to herself). Stacey was also the only thing that stopped us going mad during that awful time that was so traumatic for us all. I don't want to talk about it, I'll just say Den/Zoe.
Therefore we DEMAND that Lacey be signed up for as long a contract as her tender age and savvy agent will allow, and we DEMAND lots of, and I can't emphasize this part enough, GOOD storylines for Stacey.
She must be Queen of Walford by Christmas, and she must be architect of this year's Traditional Xmas Pain. The Vic changing hands is always good for a seasonal storyline, so I suggest Stacey gets herself a man with some cash and very little sense, with a family who can really embrace someone with her personality and attributes, then machinates, steals and conns, and generally plays both sides against the middle, until we get a scene where she throws Sharon (Chrissie doesn't really legally own it, she forged the papers, so with it should all default to Sharon, meaning they stay in Walford in the Vic, meaning Den's presence sees Dennis off by Halloween) out of the Vic on Christmas day, dragging her into the Square by her hair then throwing her tree and presents out of the upstairs window "Ahh, look, here's one from Dennis! Maybe he's sent you his ring back, you should take it dahn the pawnshop, you'll need a few quid now."
Now, where can Stacey find a man with access to some money, a yen for the Vic and revenge on Sharon (at least as a way of getting revenge on Den), a family she could fit right into, and the complete inability to think his way out of a paper bag?

Hmmmm........

Ummah Gris-Gris

It was always going to happen that with all the overblown talk of this, that, and the other crime, or accident, or slightly extreme bit of weather as 'disasters' and 'catastrophes' that nature would shut those mouths good and hard, but I can't help but take it a bit hard that it was New Orleans that bore the brunt. It's a place I've read up on since I caught the Beau Soliel bug (monsieur Doucet is fine, I'm sure you're relieved too), and a place I really wanted to go. The Voodoo and Hoodoo people are part of the international magic community, my people, and with the Cajun and Zydeco music, the Mardi Gras and history of the old city, the culture of the whole area is magic, in it's own very special way. It's a witchyness borne of the mixture of cultures, the landscape, the history of the peoples there. The Magic of the Place, not specific to any one group, but made of all of them. Believe in believein', as they say. These are my people, and it stings like mad that so much of that has been lost.

The scale of this seems overwhelming. An area the size of Britain affected by the hurricane, an entire modern city in the western world submerged, people left without food and clean water by a government who likes to tell the rest of the world how wrong it is all the time. I just hope to hell they got all the survivors out before the alligators from the swamps came in.
Well I hate to have to tell you this, but compared to what's coming, it's nothing. The handling of this incident has been a disaster, that's the appropriate use of the word in this situation. They had plenty of warning, time to evacuate and prepare. When what is going to happen happens, they will have eight hours to evacuate the entire East coast of America up to 20km back, all the way from Canada to Mexico. An area hundreds of times the size of the area affected by Katrina.

To my witches, you know what to do.
To the rest of you, any suggestions as to how we demand as human beings that the American government does not simply let hundreds of thousands of people just die in an event that makes the Asian Tsunami look like sandcastles in the breakers are welcome.

La Palma Megatsunami from http://http//www.bbc.co.uk/science/horizon/2000/mega_tsunami.shtml

"Scattered across the world’s oceans are a handful of rare geological time-bombs. Once unleashed they create an extraordinary phenomenon, a gigantic tidal wave, far bigger than any normal tsunami, able to cross oceans and ravage countries on the other side of the world.
Only recently have scientists realised the next episode is likely to begin at the Canary Islands, off North Africa, where a wall of water will one day be created which will race across the entire Atlantic ocean at the speed of a jet airliner to devastate the east coast of the United States. America will have been struck by a mega-tsunami...
The growing concern is that the ideal conditions for just such a landslide - and consequent mega-tsunami - now exist on the island of La Palma in the Canaries. In 1949 the southern volcano on the island erupted. During the eruption an enormous crack appeared across one side of the volcano, as the western half slipped a few metres towards the Atlantic before stopping in its tracks. Although the volcano presents no danger while it is quiescent, scientists believe the western flank will give way completely during some future eruption on the summit of the volcano. In other words, any time in the next few thousand years a huge section of southern La Palma, weighing 500 thousand million tonnes, will fall into the Atlantic ocean.
What will happen when the volcano on La Palma collapses? Scientists predict that it will generate a wave that will be almost inconceivably destructive, far bigger than anything ever witnessed in modern times. It will surge across the entire Atlantic in a matter of hours, engulfing the whole US east coast, sweeping away everything in its path up to 20km inland. Boston would be hit first, followed by New York, then all the way down the coast to Miami and the Caribbean."

This is going to happen. The people on La Palma can't be saved. The people in America can be. Can there be any excuse for being unprepared?