Say, why are people talking about civil war all of a sudden?

If you haven't seen Eminem's Mosh video, watch it now.

This is the music being bought, watched, listened to by the cute little 18- and 19-year olds I teach . . . the ones with the piercings and the confused ideas about what it all means and the desperate desire to get laid . . . the same ones we will promptly ship off to be slaughtered in the Middle East when it becomes clear we've started World War III. And what do you know, they seem to be a little pissed. Surely they won't actually do anything about that, will they?

Sample lyric:

Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us,
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's trying to tell us something, maybe this is God just saying
we're responsible for this monster, this coward, that we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head nodding,
How could we allow something like this, without pumping our fist
Now this is our final hour
Let me be the voice, and your strength, and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply it by six-
Teen million people are equal of this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al Quaida through my speech
Let the President answer on high anarchy
Strap him with AK-47, let him go
Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our soil
No more psychological warfare to trick us to think that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes, it's all lies, the stars and stripes
They've been swiped, washed out and wiped,
And replaced with his own face, mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you'll know why, because I told you to fight