I only hope so!
This planet needs a cleansing. The way mankind is going I'm fairly sure the earth is getting ready to get an enema. And it will squirt us out like bad ca-ca! A thousand years and the planet will heal itself completely (cherynobl)SP? and start fresh.
Jim T.
I hope it gets like that because I wanna be able to cruize around in a Mach I Mustang with a S/C-er that you can turn on and off like A/C
Hey, it was futuristic, that's what we could be headed for was part of the point.
Maybe then "The Ayatollah of RockandRollah" Lord Humongous could be on some wrestling smackdown show. Doncha just love that scene in Mad Max I (Road Warrior) with the bad guy handcuffed to the burning tanker, and Max throws him a hacksaw, it will take 10 minutes to saw through the metal but only 5 minutes to go through bone...
i hope it goes in that direction instead of that Kevin Coster movie where the world is covered in water...
I think we're already headed to Mad Max 2 territory. Especially the bit from the intro
"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 The Road Warrior. The man we called "Max". To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time. When the world was powered by the black fuel. And the desert 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 built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked. But nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. The 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. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like Max. The warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything. And became a shell of a man, a burnt out, desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again..."
