You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
All of the end of the world predictions.
History is loaded with dates of the apocalpyse. It’s like a traveling salesman’s lie about snake oil being sold only on Friday the 13th.
So far dates come and dates go.
What a waste of time.
Instead of worrying about the end of days, worry about being a good person and taking care of what you can control. Everything else will take care of itself.
That’s why the recent ramblings of a California preacher and the media attention it generated was so Crazy.
California preacher Harold Camping predicted the world would end on May 21st at 6pm. Well 6pm came and went and nothing happened. He seemed shocked like a math teacher who couldn’t believe that his computations were wrong.
People in Times Square jeered the guy.
Reporters went live and looked at their watches and smirked “Well we’ll still here.”
It was all pretty ridiculous.
And now the preacher is saying he miscalculated and is issuing another date in October. Sadly all the media that scoffed a few days ago are circling the date on their end of the world coverage calendars.
Please, just move on. Cover something else. Tell me why my tax payer dollars are paying for a study to see how a craw dad jogs on a treadmill.
I’m not making this up. They are literally spending millions to how crawdads jog.
And people say there’s no fat left to cut?
But back to the rapture. While the world didn’t end, a lot of people did die in the mid-west.
Sure there were tornados in Joplin and Oklahoma and close to 135 people are dead and others missing, but let’s be clear, the end of the world this is not.
Maybe it’s global warming, maybe the jet stream, maybe it’s time for tornados in the midwest, but the end of the world – I think not.
I had a guy say to me after the Joplin disaster, “Maybe the rapture is coming true.”
I said “Hey idiot, you really think God is going to exterminate the world 100 people at a time?”
There are 5 billion people on this planet. Get real dude. It’s going to take a meteor to accomplish that feat.
Can you say Sianyora Dinosaurs.
Hey I’m not wishing for it. anything but.
I’m just sick of the message and the broadcasters whipping it up into some kind of B.S. omellette.
The sad part is, that preacher apparently was so distraught that his doomsday prediction did not come true that he left home and took refuge in a motel with his wife.
if you want to die so bad i have two words for you.
JACK KEVORKIAN
And that is crazy!™