Obviously I've made plans for a zombie apocalypse or vampire infestation. Who hasn't? Ditto for a killer virus, be it unleashed by terrorism or scientific hubris. Dirty bomb? Check. Giant mutant spiders? Ready. Nuke meltdown? Bring it. Fire, flood, famine. Please. Alas, I did not envision The End coming with a bump up against something called a debt ceiling. Talk about going out not with a bang, but with a whimper.