President Bush, Armageddon and Nostradamus's Predictions

..possibly from his 97th quatrain...

The Sea Of Duality
He lays his sanity at the altar of reality and bids goodbye to normality as he sails across the sea of duality,
Where morality and religion is someone else's mission,
And where emotion and thought intertwine at the shrine of the divine,
When you catch the fish you often lose the bait,
Now's the time to harvest the hay,

A stitch in time may well save nine,
There will be a trial and tribulations of an alien nation at loggerheads with sweat and beads,
Various things you might get to see before they chop down the last tree,
This tale could set you free, you see:

'Once upon a time there lived a man who lived on the edge of a forest. One day when he was out going for a walk with his pet squirrel, he stumbled over a hard object in the ground. When he looked down he noticed it was a bright yellow colour unlike any stone he had ever seen.
He dug it up using a stick as a spade and discovered that the whole of the object was made from the same shiny material and shaped like a pyramid. Suddenly, like a flash in his head he is somewhere else, and someone else, almost like a dream but while still awake'.