For me, it's all about the title track. One of the last mindfucking epics Harris ever wrote. I almost wish it was the conclusion to the concept, as that closing salvo is such a great musical representation of the apocalypse. And those dueling solos, that shit was Hangar 18 before Hangar 18!
George W. Bush is the son of a swine. I hope that one day his body is identified by the teeth marks on my penis.