The Camping fool has got it wrong.
Doo-dah, doo-dah.
I’m still here.
Nah, this time around nobody was going to be left behind, we were all going to be raptured or die - quietly, no fuss, no muss, no big display. I’m not sure why he felt it was necessary to add that part. I mean, if he predicted massive earthquakes and storms and lava flows it’d be hard to miss that they didn’t happen, but it’s also hard to miss the whole gee-we’re-not-dead thing ex post facto either.
On the other hand, maybe we’re all in heaven now. And the funny thing is, that it’s exactly like Earth.
I hab a cold . Does that count?
Damnit. I have a paper due Friday.
OMG! There was a rapture yesterday and nobody reminded me about it ?!?! Some friends I got!
I wondered why it’s been so quiet so far today.
\o/ I get to turn 50 on the 27th
unless he got the date wrong again :dubious:
Hmm still here. Do I still have to go to work this morning?
wot, no apocalypse?
applause
Optional
Where’s your boss?
My asshole neighbor is still there, so if we’re in heaven one or the other of us got misrouted.
There is still the year 2033, a date I saw pop up as early as '97 or so, about a year after I first went online.
It no doubt represents the last gasp of the fixation on two thousand years. While no one in scholarly circles seems to think anymore that the alleged Resurrection and Ascension can be dated to 33 AD, some nincompoops no doubt are out there assuming that Jesus was born in 1 AD, rather than 4 BC or earlier. Hence 33 AD as the starting date.
There is probably also room for skepticism that Jesus started an active ministry at the age of 30. And IIRC that the 4th Gospel, “John” strongly indicates a length of one year, rather than three, as all of the Synoptic Gospels are pretty clear about. Again, IIRC.
Earlier in the '90s, the Jehovah’s Witnesses were predicting that WWI marked a Wandering-Jew-esque beginning of the end – such that it would come to pass before the last person born in the nineteen-teens drops dead. So as long as Olivia de Havilland and Joan Fontaine keep refusing to die first, humanity endures…
This is getting tiresome. Will everybody who is not still here report with a post, please?
Eh. I got Raptured on Friday night. It was OK. It was awesome at first when a bunch of us selected folks rose up to heaven, we were all like high fiving and trying to spit over the side down to Earth and all that, but eventually the guacamole ran out, we’d heard the same songs on the playlist at least 5 times each, and people just wanted to go home. God was pretty cool about it though.
I don’t know. Maybe it was Utah.
C’mon, even the Mayans knew we weren’t going to make it past 2012.
In 500 miles of driving today, I-70 was remarkably and unusually bereft of idiot drivers. I’m not sure if that’s evidence for or against the Rapture.