A week is, I think, generous. Maybe two. I'm loathe to make big predictions twenty minutes after the news breaks.
What is certain is that over the next week or two weeks or however long it takes for a deal to be reached (or, heaven forbid, not reached), the schism that has been brewing in the GOP since the crash in 2008 will be on full display. The party's hardly been a coherent group for the past five years, but so far Boehner has been able to keep the loons in line to avert crises at the very last minute. This is no longer the case. I wouldn't be surprised if a move to depose him as Speaker is proposed and succeeds- which is the very last thing we need, since whoever replaces him will have less than two weeks to corral a band of screaming madmen into a workable solution that a) doesn't crash the world economy and b) doesn't gut every piece of legislation the Democrats have succeeded in enacting over the past half-decade. Remember what Bachmann said tonight: there is a group of Republican congressmen who see even a mere delay in Obamacare's enactment, rather than its total repeal, as an admission of defeat, and they are doing a damn good job of making Boehner and the rest of the GOP their bitch.
Hang on to your seats, and God bless America. Or its shattered remnants, whatever's left after this blows over.
(On the title change: I was desperately hoping that "furlough" rhymed with "ow", but it didn't, so we have no Apocalypse Furloughs. I also was unable to find some suitably brimstony passage from Revelation that sounded good, so this ominous-sounding Latin phrase will suffice until I can come up with something better.) That sounds suitably apocalyptic.