May 21, 2011… the World is Ending in a Welcome Back Jesus Party! Not really…
So by now I’m absolutely sure that basically everybody has heard the latest prognostication by frequent Rapture predictor Harold Camping. That is to say that he has, once again, adjusted his calculations to predict the date of Jesus’ return to Earth based on biblical prophecy and the notion that he can actually find data that allows him to accurately date much of anything from the biblical era. (Anybody who looks at how the Bible was compiled, or considers the immense challenge of historical record keeping in an era that is virtually pre-historical should already be laughing at Camping.)
This is not the first time Camping has made a prediction like this. He had originally predicted the Rapture would occur in September of 1994… we all know how that turned out. Which is to say, it didn’t, he was wrong, like so many before him, and so many after.
While Camping’s beliefs sound ludicrous to most, whether they self identify as Christian or not, that doesn’t stop them from receiving wide recognition, if not acceptance. Look at any social networking service, Twitter, Facebook, whatever, and I’d bet dollars to donuts that you’ll see at least one status update or tweet about the world ending tomorrow. (For those of you on the other side of the international dateline… sucks to be you, you have until “6 pm” so hold your loved ones close. Or start drawing up plans for how to work the neighborhood for the most phat lewt you can scavenge from your Raptured natives.) It’s big time news, even if it isn’t actually believed by many. And it shouldn’t be believed. Honestly, we should probably feel pity for those who do believe this kind of nonsense.
So come Sunday, when the world is still here, and we’re all still on it (save those of us who died from something other than Jesus beaming them up to have, do not pass dead) and we collectively wipe away the crumbs from our eyelashes, and look bleary eyed at the credit card bills, and mortgage payments, and cell phone bills that still sit, languidly, waiting for you to process them, because, hey, why spend the money if the world WAS ending? Maybe we’ll be wise enough to recognize that Patrick Geryl and Nancy Lieder are no more qualified, no more accurate, than Harold Camping has ever been.

I can only hope that one woefully obviously inaccurate doomsday prediction will bring a shot of cynicism to those so eager to believe in messages of dire import from beyond our own star system, or that the Egyptians somehow held the key for deciphering the Maya(n) calendar despite being separated by an ocean and a lack of vessels capable of navigating it. If I’m wrong, if Harold Camping is right, well, that’s okay too. I’ve already got my own lewt map drawn up. Besides, somebody will have to stick around to take care of my cat. She couldn’t make it on her own. Shame on anybody who is Raptured that also owns a pet. Shame.







