If you don't get the sarcasm there, it should be dripping with it. If you don't know, Harold Camping has predicted the end of the world tomorrow at around 3pm (if I'm understanding that correctly). Of course, he'll be wrong again (this isn't his first prediction), but that doesn't prevent the local news networks from giving him the publicity he's after. Heck, I'm even doing it!
Anyway, my middle daughter (the one most sensitive to this kind of news) just heard about it on the news following an episode of the Simpsons. She came running into our bedroom with tears in her eyes, and it took me close to an hour to console her. We have a Pool Party tomorrow starting at 3pm, and I assured her that we'll be swimming and enjoying hot dogs and chips at 4:00pm tomorrow. I'm not sure I fully convinced her, so she'll probably spend a restless night of sleep worrying about it, and be a mess tomorrow.
Hey Mr. Camping, since you and your people are the only ones going to Rapture, couldn't you have kept this to yourselves? Or do you just get off scaring little girls?
END RANT
UPDATE 5/21/2011 - 9:30pm
Surprise surprise. Still here. At least now I can teach my daughter the folly of listening to false prophets.
Friday, May 20, 2011
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