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Tuesday, December 27, 2011
On January 1, 2000 the world as we knew it was scheduled to come to a screeching end. Utilities and banks, not having the sense that god gave sheep, were expected to let their computer systems turn over and die when the calendar rolled to 2000. The collected stupidity of the financial system would launch economic suicide on all of us. Utilities were so out of touch they would forgo the opportunity for profit, plunging us into New Year's darkness and cold, while their computerized delivery mechanisms shut down at the stroke of midnight.
Were you Y2K compatible? Certain that Mrs. T wasn't, I postponed our nupts until January 15th. She wasn't then and still isn't, and I've lived to tell the tale. All the other bad stuff never happened either.
Now I reminded of Muhammad Ali's pre-trial assertion that the Viet Cong never called him names. The Mayan's, with whom I've no truck have signed our death warrant. We've less than a year to live. How can we not take a 700 year prediction seriously? I've been lucky thus far, but the odds are not in our favor this time.
The trouble is what's the point of making a killing on this if we are all toast? It's worse than a rapture. In a rapture many (most?) don't go. At an end of the world party we check in but never leave.
So how do we prepare? I'm all for spending the year drinking wine cellars dry, blowing the kids inheritance, draining nest years Christmas fund early, racking up incredible debt, while enjoying life to the fullest all the way to the end. If we wake up to find the Mayans were wrong about the date we invade Mayanlandia. It is right and just.
mayans offed around 1300 http://www.thenagain.info/webchron/americas/endmaya.html
mid america earthquake predictor 1990ish Iben Browning's Prediction of a 1990 New Madrid, wiki
no mayan ever called me names- m ali v viet cong
drink up the cellar, blow the college fund, max the credit cards,