For the fun of it, imagine your viewing pleasure in your barcolounger watching Anderson Cooper racing around hysterically "interviewing" blacks with machetes while the shit finally hits the fan.

The gubmint checks finally bounce.

The natives take to the streets.

Its baltimore/katrina time.

What perverse pleasure would you add to this, after you say to yourself "I told you so"?

My personal fantasy involves Rosie O'donnell carrying some give peace a chance sign "IM UNARMED" in the middle of harlem.