Given the world did not end as predicted on May 21st, My perspective has shifted from one of hopeful optimism to one of outright disatisfaction. Let me explain...starting with why I'm now upset.
The same preacher who falsely predicted the 21 May Armageddon earthquake also made a similar false claim back in 1994. Both failures were attributed to math errors, but that's beside the point. He has now claimed "the end" will be the last day of October, again this year. Anybody remember what day that is? Halloween! Come on, how can you ruin such a delightful day of celebration with a doomsday prediction. My daughter will be just shy of 7 months old this Halloween, and while that's a bit too young for snagging treats, it's plenty old enough to appreciate the visual spectacle.Basking in the glory of the heavens or staring down a zombie on the prowl for brains and perhaps a miniature candy bar? I choose the latter good sir.
So, why did I start out a little optimistic about the end of the world coming on May 21st you ask? Well, my daughter is currently 2.5 months old. She's a decent sleeper, but nothing like the old days when mom and dad could celebrate a hard day with a late morning in the sack. Honestly, I was just looking forward to being the only one in the house in the morning. A bit morbid, but it's not like the wife and kids were headed off to a bad place, and I'm pretty capable of fending for myself in the nasty days that supposedly will follow rapture.
Early rapture equals sleeping in. Battle for my soul begins later that day.
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