Ask Not for Whom the Siren Sings...

Very busy and stressful times here at Secret Sun Central lately. Looks like there's a momentary break in the torment, so let's take a look at some of the synchro-semiotic insanity washing over the world as of late...

Old Black Oil, Keep on Rolling

Things are very, very hectic here but I didn't want to keep the Sunsters without some fresh grist for their mills. 

Coincidentally with my OCD ruminations on The X-Files as MK allegory came this latest depressing symptom of the overall collapse of mass-culture, which folds into all this mayhem either explicitly or otherwise....