IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT (AND I FEEL FINE) Welp. I’m alive. Obviously, since I’m typing this post whilst sitting comfortably in a recliner. And you are too! Since, you’re reading this. Today was the “Rapture”. Or, supposed to be. Mister Harold Camping and his followers deduced through some mathematical-biblical formula that today was the day 200 million people, roughly 2% of the human population, would be raptured and taken to Heaven. That, uh, didn’t happen. And now we have that awkward moment when nothing out of the ordinary took place on May 21st and Harold Camping who said the Bible “guaranteed” a rapture got some s’plainin’ to do. Ooooh since we’re on the topic of predictions, I predict that his old-people trousers have got to be charred and smoldering by now. You know, LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE. What makes this all more humorous, or in my case, shameful, is that the guy operates his radio show out of Oakland. Yes, this rapture business is apparently a Bay Area product. Le sigh. Is there anyway we can disavow any knowledge of the man’s existence? Can we disown him? We don’t have to technically claim him, right? Please? I simply cannot be having this. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitrolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched -“It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” by R.E.M.

IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT (AND I FEEL FINE)

Welp. I’m alive. Obviously, since I’m typing this post whilst sitting comfortably in a recliner. And you are too! Since, you’re reading this. Today was the “Rapture”. Or, supposed to be. Mister Harold Camping and his followers deduced through some mathematical-biblical formula that today was the day 200 million people, roughly 2% of the human population, would be raptured and taken to Heaven.

That, uh, didn’t happen. And now we have that awkward moment when nothing out of the ordinary took place on May 21st and Harold Camping who said the Bible “guaranteed” a rapture got some s’plainin’ to do. Ooooh since we’re on the topic of predictions, I predict that his old-people trousers have got to be charred and smoldering by now. You know, LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE.

What makes this all more humorous, or in my case, shameful, is that the guy operates his radio show out of Oakland. Yes, this rapture business is apparently a Bay Area product. Le sigh. Is there anyway we can disavow any knowledge of the man’s existence? Can we disown him? We don’t have to technically claim him, right? Please? I simply cannot be having this.

Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitrolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched

-“It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” by R.E.M.

  • 05.21.11