In which I quote the chorus from a 60's protest song with maximum ironic intent
Written by: Beck
And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for
don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam.
And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die.
What's that spell?!