Cayce and ratbastard gummint and Acid man

Too Much Fasten your seat belt

This is the setup to something Don M sent me that I'll get to presently.  Last week, you may remember, Drudge had this link: Lost city of Atlantis, swamped by tsunami, may be found... ^    That triggered in me "Edgar Cayce" .  I first became aware of Cayce while I was dating this very hot college chick (now the mother of my children) who was surprised I'd not heard of him.  She told me they studied him in class, and the Edgar Cayce Institute was just down the road from my favorite watering hole (The Surf Rider) in Virginia Beach.  Intrigued, and knowing the value of showing interest in what my girlfriend likes, I started buying and reading Cayce books.  Whoa!  He was perhaps best know for his (extremely well  documented)  ability to diagnose disease in people while in a trance.  But when I dropped by the Cayce Institute, the attendant told me that 90% of researchers who showed up were geologists, or men of science.  They were drawn by his uncanny predictions, one of which was the existence of a fault line running through New York (since discovered) and extending down the east coast.  Virginia Beach, he predicted, was the safest place to live on the Atlantic coast, and would one day be the nations only major seaport.  (And yes, California will fall into the sea) Atlantis, of which I knew nothing about at the time, also fascinated me.  According to him, Atlantians had a deep understanding of the universe,  but abused that knowledge and, in a cataclysmic event, disappeared under the sea about 10,000 years ago. That time-line held  profound implications for me, if true.  So, what's this all about?  This.  From Don M.  We've  passed the last turnoff.  If this Earth was my Sim City project, I'd sink the whole damned thing and start over. And someone will do just that pretty damned soon.  No, the earth will not end.  It will end as we know it. Like it did for Atlantians. The Camel's Straw In the meanwhile, God help us.  I feel unrestrained about posting any damned thing I feel like.  I'll either have 1 million hits/day, or 10.  This, though, may change in the morning. You know what I just thought of?  I thought of? Acid Man naked.  The man had class.