Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Now that I have completely ruined any chance of making the Rapture Elevator, I figured I would take a look around the planet to see what the blissfully ignorant teeming masses did once the grand event did not unfold as Harold indicated it would. Was there a collective sigh of relief echoing across the oceans? Were there screams of disappointment that once more God failed to live up to the promises his prophets had made?
No on both counts. Collectively, Mankind did not even blink an eye. Sunday morning came and it was business as usual. Fornicators fornicated, Blasphemers blasphemed (not sure if that is a word, but hey who cares), and the knee benders showed up pew side as usual to pay deep respects for a God they know is watching.......................SSDD.
But one person apparently was MIA. Seems Harold, the man who stirred up this recent End of Days scenario, was keeping his head down. I am trying my hardest to be somewhat sympathetic to the many people who divested themselves of their worldly goods and obligations in anticipation of being included in the group of 200 million chosen to go topside. They woke up on Sunday, May 22, 2011 and their cars were re-poed or being re-poed. The bank computers were busy churning out all kinds of past due notices these poor unfortunates will be facing in the coming weeks. Their kids will have to make friends all over again. And I imagine dealing with such a complete let down of faith and belief will take some time to get over.
As I said, I am trying hard to find some sympathy for them. Failing that I started looking for some pity. That cupboard was bare also. So I tried to laugh at them and I couldn't. They did not get what they asked for. But they surely got what they deserved for allowing themselves to be led down the garden path.