The last few days have been a study in hysterical idiocy: for several days now, the lunatic followers of some so-called "reverend" named Harold Camping have been yelling and screaming that the world was going to end around 6 PM on May 21st.
Obviously, as I'm writing this on May 22nd, the didn't end. We're all still here -- as broke, overweight, and exhausted as ever.
This lunacy has been all over NYC. I saw some guys in the subway waiving signs, declaring that May 21st was the date of the rapture and that Jesus was a comin'. And there have been signs everywhere too -- apparently a 60-year old MTA worker from Staten Island spent his life-savings on trying to promote this nonsense all over town. This morning he was, to put it mildly, a tad miffed.
So we're all still here. And that means we all have to go to work tomorrow and pay our rent in at the end of the months. The more things don't change, the more depressing they stay. Dammit.
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