Otto the flying dog



While I was over at “I have seen the Whole of the Internet, I’m not quite sure now I missed this REALLY pregnant lady.


Judgment Day ad nauseam

Yesterday I was driving with my brother-in-law and Tina. We passed a bus with the judgement day warning on the side. I flipped out.

“In Chicago! Really! How fucking awful!”

And then I had to tell Tina and Michael the story, because they don’t give a rat’s ass about the end of the world, and have seen very little on the subject.

“There’s a guy who spent $140,000 of his life savings on advertising the May 21 rapture,” I told them. Did you know about that? Here’s the story.

This morning, I woke up at 5:15 and thought, “I don’t know if I know why they think this is rapture week.”

So I googled it on my phone, and found this web site. What I found was that I was bored by its rationale. And by bored, I mean critical, judgmental and outright frightened by this group’s stupidity.

I’m not going to write too much detail. People have been talking about this to the point of cliché. I probably don’t have any great additional contributory ideas.

In case you don’t know (which I didn’t until this morning), May 21, 2011 is — according to this group of imbeciles — is exactly 7,000 years since the date of Noah’s flood. Well, not exactly. It’s a year off. But you know, they didn’t have zeros in bible times so you have to subtract one year from the equation. So 4,990 + 2011 – 1 = 7,000. And in biblespeak, 1 day is to 1,000 years. And there’s some bullshit about 7 days until the end.

So forget the fact that GOD should have known that zero existed back then because he supposed to be all knowing. And forget that the Bible … if it’s true … says no one knows the date of the end. And forget the fact that there is absolutely no scientific proof for a global flood in the first place. And forget the absolutely ludicrous concept that the entire population arose from 500 year old Noah and his three 480 year old sons … and you have a group of people going broke over the stupidest idea you have ever heard.

And I’m the moron writing about it and losing sleep over it.

Sunday is going to be a hilarious day barring these morons don’t all commit suicide before we get a chance to talk to them on camera.