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I just saw a commercial featuring Shaq in which biting into a Nestle Crunch candy bar causes California to separate along its eastern border and float out to sea, thus fulfilling one of my most prominent high school-era prophesies. I have always envisioned California becoming an Australia-like colony for lunatics rather than convicts, with several miles of ocean protecting against direct contact with the outside world.
Justice and fairness would require, naturally, that we export all the sane people back to the Mainland in the post-rupture time.
Such a coincidence provides a nearly-sufficient prompting to start a cult. J. R. “Bob” Dobbs told me about the Big Split!