The World Goes On. We Do Not.May 22nd, 2011 at 9:22 am by Brian
Thank God the Harold Camping jokes are almost over. They’ve been rare, if non-existent, here and I thank everyone for that.
To that end, Mr. Camping got people talking about their faiths in the living rooms of their neighbors and the eye-rolling, gallows humor of the rare few with jobs left. Singing along to Camping’s Jonathan Edwards cover band.
If it takes the imminent threat of eternal damnation to change the way you treat your fellow man then your faith’s credibility ranks somewhere near Camping’s clairvoyance.
The man’s almost dead. I’m sure he thought he would be dead before this date came and went. When I was 20, I thought I would be dead by 25. It’s why we drink. It’s why we smoke. It’s not that we think we’re indestructible. It’s that we’re painfully aware of how vulnerable we are to a nihilistic degree.
Camping’s no different than Al Gore and the Hot Earthers. I thought all the coastal cities were supposed to be modern day Atlantises by now! How many passes does this guy get? An armada of polar bears on ice floes should be threatening invasion of Southern California by now.
This planet hates us. The story of human history starts with our adaptation and conquest of it and then each other. Every once in a while, it reminds us that we don’t control it. So quit trying. You can’t balance a budget, quit telling us that you can manage a tilted spinning mudball with a Happy Fun Ball center. And quit pretending you’re any different than some nut with a shock of white hair waiving a bible at us and telling us that we’re all doomed if we don’t repent and by $50 LED bulbs.
By my count, Camping’s been an amateur compared to how much money the environmental movement has looted from the Treasury. At least his followers were given a choice.