If you didn’t know it (and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t), the world was supposed to end today, as predicted by one Harold Camping, the leader of a fringe Christian group somewhere in America.
Well, not “end” as in stop, but supposedly Mr. Camping stated that it was his fervent belief that today was supposed to be the rapture – the Second Coming of Jesus Christ, before the actual end of the world, when true believers worldwide would be transported from earth into heaven.
Furthermore, Mr. Camping stated that the actual “end” of the world was on 21 October 2011, and non-believers would face torment and agony between then and the rapture (about five months’ worth of pain, kind of like peak period during audit).
Anyway, 21 May 2011 came.. and went.
While today’s non-event may be easy to ignore and laugh about (Mr. Camping’s previous prediction that the world would end in 1994 was also proven false), it’s a bit harder to ignore the more popular prediction that the world will end on 21 December 2012, especially after Roland Emmerich’s movie disaster of the same name vividly depicted the end of the world with gratuitous amounts of fire, water, ice and other assorted elements.
Personally, I sure hope the world doesn’t end in 2012. I’ve too many things I haven’t done to be ready to go! In fact, in conjunction with the non-rapture today I actually did a bit of preparation of my “Things to Do Before I Die” list, although right now it’s really brief and repetitive:
- Fuck a girl I’ve known for more than one year.
- Fuck a girl I’ve known less than one week.
- Fuck a girl whose name I don’t know at all.
- Fuck a gal pal.
- Fuck a lady.
For some reason, I foresee an unfulfilling end of the world for me.
If you starred in an end of the world movie, how would your character die?