Apocalypse Not Now

Hey, the world didn't end!

But Judgment Day did come as expected, just not as advertised. Yesterday I passed judgment on millions of my fellow Americans, and I have come to one conclusion: This country is full of morons.

I still can't get over how so many gullible nincompoops believed that Armageddon was upon us, some of whom quit their jobs to spread the word and buy billboards to advertise the prophecy (in the middle of a severe recession) and then waited patiently for the earthquakes that were supposed to start the Rapture. Some of them aren't even fazed that it didn't happen; they merely believed that it was a dress rehearsal for the real thing.

The prophecy was the work of Harold Camping, a California religious broadcaster known for his previous wrong guesses on when the world would end. Camping is 89, so he's clearly not all there. He apparently came up with the date of May 21, 2011 as Judgement Day with the same secret formula used by the Old Farmer's Almanac to predict the weather for the coming year.

I pretty much knew the world wouldn't end when Donald Trump chose not to run for President. I knew that Mike Huckabee thought the world would end when he chose not to run for President.