October 15th, 2001 Sorry we've been MIA for the past few weeks. We've been dealing with matters of national health and safety. The Return of Anthrax By Timb the Enchanter As bitter irony would have it, I recently moved to the retirement farm of Boca Raton, FL, a city rubbing border butts with the larger and more interesting Ft. Lauderdale. As many of you know, there are spores here. Spores that haven't been seen for decades. And these spores are eating our tabloid writers. The tension here is amazing. I received numerous calls from George W. Bush the day of the incident, and he sounded concerned. "In the old west, we have a saying, if I recall," he began to stammer in his usual way, "If I can rustle up all them there spores, that's all fine and dandy, but what about them retired folks?" "What?" I usually say 'What?' a lot when I talk to the President. "That's a saying you had in the old west? Are you sure?" "Listen up, there, son. I'm talking about the retired people stockpiling gasoline and running through the streets with shotguns." Poor Dubya. He's sort of like if you took Foghorn Leghorn and gave him a lobotomy. He's such a fanatic with his wanted posters and his smart bombs and his corny religion. I was my usual calm self and asked Dubya to relax. "Everything is going to be fine," I said. "I'll handle the local panic." But how can I soothe and entertain, and at the same time, educate my fellow countrymen on this horrible disease that is currently festering in the Boca Raton offices of "The National Enquirer?" The answer is simple, my friends. The only way I know how. With music. I ask you to listen, learn and relax! This dance is couples only, please. Timb the Enchanter - The Anthrax Song Download an MP3 Listen in Real Audio Read the Lyrics   Hey kids! For more music and fun, visit enchantogen.com! All content © 1999-2007 misinformer.com.   We did an Anthrax feature without mentioning Stryper or Pantera. We rule!