Vamos a celebrarlo con una canción

Ahora que parece que el mundo se hunde, vamos a poner algo bueno:

"Atlantic City", una de mis canciones favoritas de Bruce Springsteen. 

Del disco 'Nebraska', 1982.

Por supuesto, hay un bonito vídeo en YouTube.

Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night

Now, they blew up his house, too

Down on the boardwalk theyre gettin ready for a fight

Gonna see what them racket boys can do

Now, theres trouble bustin in from outta state

And the d.a. cant get no relief

Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade

And the gamblin commissions hangin on by the skin of his teeth

Well now, everything dies, baby, thats a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty

And meet me tonight in atlantic city

Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away

But I got debts that no honest man can pay

So I drew what I had from the central trust

And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus

Now, baby, everything dies, honey, thats a fact...

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold

But with you forever Ill stay

Were goin out where the sands turnin to gold

Put on your stockins baby, `cause the nights getting cold

And maybe everything dies, baby, thats a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Now, I been lookin for a job, but its hard to find

Down here its just winners and losers and dont

Get caught on the wrong side of that line

Well, Im tired of comin out on the losin end

So, honey, last night I met this guy and Im gonna

Do a little favor for him

Well, I guess everything dies, baby, thats a fact...

Y, como dice el blog de Foreign Policy:

Today's Agenda

Drink heavily.