Oh good, the end of the world is finally drawing near (again!). As it turns out, at the winter solstice in 2012, the Aztec calendar runs out, so that apparently means it is the end of the world. So I am very seriously considering the possibility that the world may actually end on the 31 December 2009. After all, that is exactly when my calendar runs out. Really, what makes the Aztecs so damned smart? Who says the guy in the sweat shop who made my calendar is not smarter? He certainly is a lot more contemporary, and has a lot more of an idea what is going on nowadays than the Aztecs could have known. Nostradamus was not an Aztec was he? There was that whole war against America thing that Orson Wells talked about which was waged by a middle easterner just before the end of time. Could that guy have been Osama Bin Laden?
Well, what ever the case, the end of the world is undoubtedly here, just like it was when Hale Bop last passed, or in 1890 when Joseph Smith was supposed to have seen the face of Christ, but instead, Polygamy was dumped in favour of statehood for Utah, or 1975 when the Jehovah’s Witnesses sold their houses because Heaven was full of its 144,000 (Don’t bother asking them, I am sure they forgot this little fact by 1980), or the year 2,000 when God or something was going to shut off all the traffic lights and we were all going to die in 18th century darkness. (Oh how terrible that all the cause of the problems suddenly correct themselves by shutting themselves off. Kind of like suicide bombers.)
But just in case, I am NOT going to cash in my retirement account and build an End Of The World shelter under my house. I am somehow sure that the Aztecs knew nothing of our time just as I know nothing about the robots at the end of A.I. that were on an archeological dig in the ice when they found David. I like to keep on plodding along till the great big bus of time kicks me off the mortal coil however it does.