I Changed the subject but look at the words

[Xtreme]

My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember, a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land. But most of all, I remember New Orleans.

To understand what the city was you have to go back to another time, when the world was powered by the black fuel, and the deserts sprouted great cities of pipe and steel.

Gone now. Swept away. For reasons long forgotten two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel they were nothing. They had built a house of straw. The thunder of machines sputtered and stopped.

Their leaders talked and talked and talked, but nothing could stem the everlarge. Their world crumbled. Cities exploded. A whirlwind of looting. A firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men.

On the roads it was a white-line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice.

Sobering at least to me.

[wli]

1. What's that quote from? n/t

[The Magistrate]

2. Some "Mad Max' Epic Or Other, Sir

Though just which one escapes my recollection....

[Is It Fascism Yet]

3. Quite so. N/T