Okay, who is this 89 year old whack-job that is trying to ruin my Mayan calendar of the End?
He has calculated that 7000 years to the day (according to him) from the Great Flood, the world...no the universe, will end is a firey blaze. Tomorrow, May 21st. Sorry, he is one year and 7 months off in his calculations.
I have linked to some articles describing divided families, people who have quit their jobs to drive the country saying good bye to loved ones. One guy standing at the US - Mexico border handing out leaflets (what the hell is a tract??) and unable to consider the answer to the question of, "What will you do when Sunday morning arrives?"
Here is the Wrong Reverand Camping telling you himself...
Links for your enjoyment:
Parents and Kids Disagree
A Billion Years Too Soon
Zombie Apocalypse
And because the End won't be fun enough...here is a game that will keep you entertained until Sunday:
Choose your own Apocalypse
For you serious religious types I know this piece will calm you down a bit with some good ol' fashioned theo-logic.
Sure hope I get to play the Monday Minute next week!
