From the canary in the coal mine to the walrus on the Alaskan coast.
Turns out, Beatles fans, that the lyrics "I am the Walrus / Goo goo ga joob" weren't the Dada stonerisms we'd assumed, but an eerily prescient gaze into humanity's dystopic future, in which, first, we recognize that we will share the horrible fate of the walrus and, second, our cries for help are rendered incomprehensible, as they are uttered from underwater.
I'm cryyyyyyyin'.
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Brian Cook was an editor at In These Times from 2003 to 2009. He now works on the editorial staff of Playboy magazine.
