This may come as, well, belated news. But the end of the world was supposed to happen (again) yesterday. Harold Camping had proclaimed that back on May 21st, the Rapture was going to occur, with all the requisite bells, whistles, trumpets, etc. After that cataclysmic event (rivaled only by the flooding in Joplin, MO and the earthquakes and tsunami in Japan), five months later there was going be the complete destruction of the planet. Supposedly that started yesterday.
Apparently, I and a whole lot of other folks, missed it.
I am most remiss, since I should've stayed on top of this developing non-story.
My bad.
On the other hand, you can hardly blame me. May 21st came and went, and I'm sorry to inform you that your good Christian neighbors are still here to endure the "travail" of this life along with the rest of us.
Maybe they weren't the right kind of true believers. But that's another discussion entirely.
But then, Camping himself was surprised that his dates and math hadn't held up yet again. He's been at this for some while now.
You'd think one of these days he'd get it right.
Meanwhile, he's got a whole lot of people pissed at him after spending $100 million dollars advertising the end of all things. This past June, he suffered a stroke.
Can lawsuits be far behind? Maybe $100 million doesn't seem like much on Wall Street, but it's a lot of cake to the rest of us. Just seems fitting that some disgruntled folks might be politely asking for it back.
Good thing I didn't bet on that horse.
More Later.
KCD
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