Apropos of Not Much

This will mean something to someone somewhere.  Believe it or don't, this has everything to do with the fact I'm just sick to death of politics.

I quoted a piece part of these lyrics on a friend's blog this afternoon, to wit:

That said… politics just bores the living shit out of me these days. More food blogging! More semi-nekkid women! More big-ass, rip-roaring Amurican V8s! Mo’sickles! Fast things! Wild things! Tasty things! Good things!

Play that funky music, Nero (you white-boy, you)
Lay down the boogie and play that funky music till you die
Till you die
Oh ya, ya

Got that?  Yeah, we're in a mood to end all moods.  I need some drugs.  Some GOOD drugs.