END OF THE WORLD - NOT COVERED BY SOME INSURANCE PLANS

I wish there was something amusing I could write about the end of the world tomorrow. Or at least about the individuals who are convinced that it’s going to take place.
But there isn’t.

What’s funny about stupid insane people?

Remember, these folks are all around you. The fact that they believe that his lordship The Nibbs is going to poof! magically reappear sometime within the next few dozen hours, and set in motion the destruction of this plane of existence should give you some indication of their intelligence.
Sober reality and sound judgment ain’t part of their make-up.
They use the same defective intellects in their day to day interactions.
They are part of American society.
No wonder things go wrong.


“Auntie Em, we’re not in Kansas anymore – these folks are nuts!”


Yes, Dorothy, you do well to be scared. In less than ten hours, some of these bozos will be on the road, in an awful hurry.
And they’re crazier than batshit.
Nothing funny about that. Many of them have driver’s licenses, and they’re getting ready for tomorrow. Those same crippled grey cells that decided that it’s all coming to an end are in charge of organizing their last day on earth. Those cells are neither efficient nor well-ordered.
Some of them are going to be running behind. You know it.

If the world is ending, who cares about speeding tickets?
Hell, who cares about red lights?
Crosswalks?

Traffic laws are not HIS laws. Sweet little baby Jeebus gonna rip up those traffic tickets like so much paper, if only you believe!
That little old lady who got splattered across fifty yards of asphalt, well, son, that was predestined. She didn’t have enough faith.
That crosswalk was not HIS crosswalk!


HALLELUJAH!

A number of these severely defective people will be mighty upset when nothing happens.
Either it means King Jeepers inexplicably overlooked them, or they're in for five months of torture before the climactic destruction of everything in October.
Either way, they'll have anger issues. And some of them have weapons.
If they're damned anyway, a few more dead bodies ain't gonna make a difference.
Let's just hope that defective people aim as badly as they think.
Seriously, they're nuts. They've got vehicles, heavy medication, and guns.
It will be like the Zombie Apocalypse, only with real people.

There's nothing funny about folks who are dumb and crazy.


One the other hand, the after parties are probably going to be great.
So it ain't all bad. Some of us have plans for epic fun.
We'll just stay away from cars and open windows.


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