Good News, Bad News

 
First the bad news:  You are going to lose your planet.
 
Now the good news:  You will still have all the other planets in the solar system.
 
So, don't worry, be happy; follow George W. Bush into Hell.
 
And me?  I'll go Home to where I live outside this pond.  On past the Heavens there are Heavens, on past those Heavens is my Home.
 
Those of you who can fly, I will take you there; but on the most part you seem like Dodo Birds to me, soon to be extinct and forgotten, soon to be damned souls adrift among the debris where this Earth used to be.
 
But when you are drifting there, in pain and horror and each day is a continuation of regret, don't give up Hope; perhaps you can swim to Mars, perhaps you can swim to Venus; but forget about swimming to the Moon, she will leave this area when her Sister Earth breaks up.
 
Damn but this a sad story for you; no wonder you cower from it; no wonder you wallow in murder and torture and theatrical fantasies; no wonder you hide your heads under the covers as the flames lick at your bed; no wonder you fear the truth.
 
Were it not that the damned are not pitied, I would pity you.