It happens; incompetence is rewarded more often than not.

And as we should all know by now, anytime you predict failure you have an excellent chance of being right.

It's that moon again, slung so fat and low in the tropical night, calling out across a curdled sky and into the quivering ears of that dear old voice in the shadows, the Dark Passenger, nestled snug in the backseat of the Dodge K-car of Dexter's hypothetical soul. That rascal moon, that loudmouthed leering Lucifer, calling down across the empty sky to the dark hearts of the night monsters below, calling them away to their joyful playgrounds.

I was filled with dread at the thought my mind had skipped town and left me behind to pay the rent." --Dexter

It was almost enough to make me feel emotion.

Of course, having information to use is one thing. Knowing what it means and how to use it is a different story.

Could this be the Apocalypse ?