You’ll recall Camping’s last big hurrah was back in May when he predicted the end of the world and was able to amass a number of followers who sold or gave away belongings in preparation for the Rapture. As for me, I called Camping out as what I thought he was a Fruit Loop.
After the world ceased to end in May, Camping explained that he had miscalculated the date and corrected it to be October 21, 2011. October 21, 2011 is this Friday. Does that mean this will be the best or the worst TGIF? Well, I guess it depends who you ask.
Camping is taking a much lower key approach this time around – indeed, he seems to be shying away from the media instead of sharing the good word of the impending Rapture. He still hasn’t committed to his beliefs to the extent that he has given away all his worldly possessions. Apparently, Camping knows from plenty of past experience to hedge his bets – one needs money and stuff to continue their earthbound existence.
Why anyone still listens to this man escapes me. With God as my witness, I am more likely to believe a three-eyed short green alien who came to me and told me that I am the goddess of his planet who was exiled to Earth centuries ago by a jealous and decidely less attractive step-sister than to believe a single word that comes out of Camping’s mouth. Hopefully that example of being the long, lost and really old goddess from another planet provides the level of emphasis required to illustrate that I think Camping is about as credible as a dancing grapefruit.
Now, if I am wrong about Camping, God will be my witness – but surprisingly, I think I can live with that.
Day eight hundred and thirty-five of the new forty – obla di obla da