So, it’s the 23rd of May now. I heard on the radio this morning someone claiming that we’re now in the Tribulations and that we’ve got 153 days before the actual end of the world. That might be just about enough time for me to finish the rewrite on my desk and the new novel I am now half-finished with.
I thought about writing something scurrilous and amusing, but why? People who would laugh at it don’t need to be reminded that this was silly and those who wouldn’t laugh likely wouldn’t read my blog anyway. And there’s the story about the kids whose parents, utterly convinced that this was the weekend, had quit their jobs and went on Mission, handing out tracts and stopped paying attention to the college fund the kids were acutely aware of. How many people have basically torpedoed their futures by reacting in similar ways to this thing? It’s not funny, it’s sad.
But it’s not like this is the only thing people spend inordinate amounts of time and money on that make no sense. Dedicated conspiracy theorists, the Area 51 crowd, Birthers, white supremacists, STURP fanatics, various fan groups dedicated to a tv show or music group among whom there are certainly members whose entire lives are dedicated to worship to the exclusion of all else, including personal relationships…
So I think I won’t crack wise about this. It seems to me that the truly Left Behind are all those folks who’ve basically given up on life in order to feed their obsession with being one of the Elect. I just can’t really bring myself to find it amusing.
