This Monkey's Gone to Heaven
I can’t stop thinking about this End of the World stuff. Not in a believing-it kind of way, but in an I’m-absolutely-fascinated-by-those-who-do kind of way. Apparently my initial assumptions about tomorrow were all wrong. Today isn’t the last full day of the world, it’s just the last full day on Earth for Harold Camping’s Christian followers. The actual end of the world isn’t for six more months, on October 21st. As of tomorrow, most, if not all, of us will have six months of playtime without those crazy people trying to buzzkill all our fun!
One of the most interesting aspects of The Rapture for me is the whole 6pm thing. Basically big earthquakes are going to start in Australia at 6p their time and work their way around all the time zones, always hitting at 6p. If 200,000 people vaporizing doesn’t convince you, I’m pretty sure the earthquake synchronization will.
Just playing Devil’s Advocate here, but what excuse do you think they’ll give if they are still here tomorrow? I was in the Union Square subway station a few minutes ago and there were so many people with placards and megaphones going on and on about The End. Are they really just going to say “oops!”?
I know your burning question probably has more to do with why I’m writing this today and not tomorrow. My answer to you is – hey, you never know. I wanted to make sure I got my Rapture song posted. And no, it’s not “Rapture.” Nor is any one of countless metal Doomsday songs out there. No, mine is for Harold Camping himself: “Monkey Gone to Heaven” by The Pixies.
I’m assuming I’ll be posting before 6p tomorrow, but just in case I’ve been sucked up by mistake, enjoy the next six months.
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