I predict that our own United States will be swept by the popular clouds of an aphrodisiacal fragrance. This aroma will fill every man and woman who inhales it with uncontrolled passion, sex acts will be performed openly, unashamedly on the streets. I predict that this will be difficult to control, for even the members of the law enforcement agencies will be dominated by the powerful cloud of aphrodisiac.
I predict that a catastrophe will take place during the tourist season and the fun-loving people in an amusement park will suddenly find their day of pleasure turned into one of horror. A roller coaster will rise and sway, throwing cars and occupants to the ground below. A Ferris wheel will collapse and carry many to untimely deaths.
I predict that tragedy will once again strike one of America's best known families, shortly after its most widely loved member has remarried. Her remarriage will be a mistake.
I predict catastophe for the American midwest. I predict that a revived dust bowl of Kansas will be the death trap for countless humans and animals. Farms, fields and homesteads will be covered by mountains of sand and dust and no form of life can exist.