So this will be my last blog post ever. How depressing.
I honestly don't really get this Rapture stuff. Seems so random. Who gets the power to decide when the world will end?
I predict it will end on May 4, 2086. Two hundred years after the Haymarket Square Bombing in 1886. Just because. Look! I'm an apocalypse predictor!
This cartoon from xkcd pretty much sums up my views on this Rapture stuff:
But whatever, I've already written a post about the Mayans. See? This is getting pathetic. There are already so many apocalypse predictions that I've written 2 posts about them withing the 5 months of each other. This is getting ridiculous. Seriously people.
Oh well. I could just go out and kill a few dozen people, then this won't even affect me, right?
UPDATE: So I Google-News'd this and apparantly, 6 PM has already happened in Europe. Either no one in the Eastern hemisphere is worthy of ascension, or this is really pathetic and humans are stupid and guillible. Guess which I'm betting for?