You probably aren't reading this. The world ended before you got the chance. Another prediction of the end of the world makes my Wednesday deadline a real dead line. If Philadelphia's eBible Fellowship says it's coming who am I to argue? They've got an eBible for heaven's sake!
Now if you've ever been to Philly, you might understand why they are looking for it all to go poof but we don't want to over-analyze.
October 7 was it if you're dead and wondering. Don't confuse that with dead and wandering. You'd call those people congress. Surely this prediction of the end is the right one after millenia of wrong ones. Isn't it? Surely somebody's got to get it right one day, right? Maybe? Maybe not?
Will it be Shirley? Whether you're reading this or not, duty drives me on.
Doom prediction is the second oldest profession of mankind, without a doubt proliferating in response to the first. Somebody's gotta pay. "The End is Near" was the first meme.
It's a profession where success means never being right because a lot of people have gotten rich convincing other people it'd all be over tomorrow. Or the next day. Or the day after that.
It's coming soon if you'll just hand over that last dime.
Not that eBible Fellowship is after your last dime. I think they're honestly wacko. Some dooners are just blinded by self-righteous angst. How dare they not believe in MY version of scripture? They really want the end to come just to prove to everyone that they were right after all. That'll show them!
It's a short lesson but mostly in delusion.
Those folk are fairly harmless until they aren't. Suicide bombers and suicide shooters are doomers deranged enough to want to force the issue.
Prediction and prognostication dominate our political and cultural landscape. It's why eBible Fellowship makes the news. What might and could happen are taken more seriously than what actually does happen. Because what might and could happen are always scary, always the worst thing.
Always terrifying and never true. Like the words of Dick Cheney and most Republican candidates. The end is nigh. No it's not.
I'm not having any problem being optimistic as the world might be about to end. I'm not even sure what "the world coming to the end" means. Is it just going to blow up? Hit by a meteor? Vaporized by an exploding sun?
I've got questions!
I've never been a doomer, I like to look at situations as they are not as something out of my worst nightmare. That's why I'm still typing away as the minutes slip by. You may not be reading this right now, but I doubt it.
I believe over time things work out, that worst case rarely comes, and that everything moves slowly, inexorably, clumsily forward. Progress and life are inevitable. Nothing's perfect but that doesn't mean we're doomed.
That's not prediction or prognostication, that is simply fact. Even if you're not reading this right now.