Rabble rabble rabble...

I can't turn on the news or the radio or walk into friggin wal-mart with out hearing the same thing...rabble, rabble, rabble. I just want to go shhhhhhhhh. It is rather quiet where I am so I can't complain at this point. Really though, what are we all doing? Rabble rabble rabble, there is no escaping the rabble. Maybe rabbling is just the way of the world, though what are we rabbling about? Interest rates, gap jeans, britney spears, terrorists, better lock your doors, report any strange activity, there's no food in the cupboard, there's too much food in the cupboard, aww man ya burnt the pizza...where does it end?