We’re now a week and a half into 2013 and no one’s been able to provide a definitive new date for the end of the world. And if you’re
anything like me, you must be a nervous wreck.
I mean, there’s something comforting about knowing exactly when the planet will be destroyed. Sure, there’s that fiery cataclysm part, but
at least you can plan. And I’m a planner. I mean, I know what I’m doing every weekend from now through February. I know where I’m going on vacation in 2014. (If there is a 2014.) I know where there’s a stash of Windex bottles if the Apocalypse turns out to be a filthy mess.
Naturally, I thought the End Times were coming when I was little, and women started leaving the home and having careers. God is clearly
enraged, I thought. I was certain it was here when black people started legally marrying white people. Because if that doesn’t spell spiritual calamity, I don’t know what does. Then I was convinced the moment was upon us when gays were allowed to protect our country. Surely, I thought, God will now blow the whole business up. After all, that’s what our religious leaders who have TV shows assured us would happen.
But no Four Horsemen.
No raging hellfires.
All of these events that were hailed as the downfall of western civilization have had no negative effect at all.
And I have to tell you, I’m getting a little aggravated. Because if I don’t know the ground rules for Armageddon, I cannot properly plan
So, what, I’m now left wondering, would be cause for God to incite the end of humanity?
Maybe it’s not some event that made one group of people feel empowered and had no impact on the rest. Maybe it’s an event where all of us
are actually, truly, wronged, in a way that virtually cannot be disputed. Where the question is not one of religiously defined immorality, but of simple inhumanity.
Like the NRA refusing to ban assault weapons so that it would be harder to kill 26 people at a grade school.
Or Congress having their heads so far up their asses that they can’t manage to appropriate money for the victims of a hurricane.
Or even an insurance company that was bailed out by the American people suing the government because the “terms were too stringent”.
Yeah, that feels more Apocalyptic to me. And I’m really glad I came to this conclusion. Because I bought a new skinny suit for the Apocalypse,
and it’s gonna take some time to get into that thing.