Ragnarok Doesn't Happen In a Day

Normally, I'm all for heralding in doomsday, except when everyone keeps saying Ragnarok is apparently a 24 hour cataclysmic event that ends it all; it's not. Just a quick jab from Wiki states it is a series, as in more than one, and there are major happenings, including flooding of the world. That, at least, is observable. Even worse, references to Ragnarok are yanked out of a collection of Norse poems, written or compiled by the same guy. Are you getting the picture? There is always a pessimist in the group, writing books like Revelation, scaring the holy shit out of people. They are my kin. But while the world will not end in 24 hours according to Ragnarok, remember that every belief has zero faith in us surviving, but 100% faith in us screwing up the world. 

 McDonald's Drive-Thru is always open 24 hours.

Obamacare and Why You Should Worry About the NSA

Obamacare "got the ball rolling" according to all of my doctors, but none of them like it. Not sure if that's a good thing or bad. You should worry about the NSA if you're a terrorist, or an avid porn hobbyist that one day wants to run for political office. It also sucks they're spying on everyone, but nobody cares apparently. 
No, this blog post had nothing much to do with Obamacare, but I must confess, the fact that so many people don't care their government is spying on them serves them right. The NSA relentlessly watched my posting history on several social networks only to conclude they were wasting tax payer's money, because no one cares about the conspiracies I was unraveling. 
So what if Barack Obama and Pope Francis really are the two beasts from the book of Revelations? These guys can do whatever they want without criticism from everyone but right-wing, fundamentalists, who in the end will get to say, "I told you so." God, I hope I die first. But that's the beauty of appropriating old texts to modern day. You can make anything fit and I've done it convincingly. People cannot tell if I'm joking or not and it honestly doesn't matter. In the end, I get to say, "I told you so."

"Charles Darwin ain't got nothin' on me!"

All Great Things Come To an End (2012)

I had a goal in mind of 100 blog entries before the end of the world, but in reality, the 50 entries milestone was the most blog entries I've ever achieved before having my blog deleted for whatever lame reason people could come up with. Obviously, with this one being 99, I've exceeded that goal, so there is really no reason to reach for the unprecedented 100. Now before anyone gets bent out of shape and tells me the end of the world is not really coming, I must warn you to stop being influenced by the same idiots they find passed out and naked at the library, with a bottle of wine in one hand and the latest Richard Dawkins book in the other, his author picture defiled after a marathon fap session. While I’m at it, stop reading books about science from non-practicing scientist who want to turn their work into a religion and also stop pretending that you yourself are scientific; you’re not. Instead, you should be reading Hal Lindsey, who has written about the end of the world since 1970, each update or rewrite of his original book stalling our ultimate demise. He’s a real expert on the subject, unlike babbling idiots such as Nostradamus, Edgar Cayce, and the occasionally correct Magic 8 Ball. I want to thank you all for being devout readers over the years, especially those who have followed my blog through the many incarnations and spread the word. 26 countries, 6 continents, and 1 world have been reached by my message, and for that I am eternally grateful. Or at least until midnight. I hope our enemies die first. 

"For God so loved the world that He gave His only 

begotten Magic 8 Ball, that whoever reads the 

Anti-Social Club will still perish, but had a 

much more enjoyable life than 

everyone else." 

- Lupus 99:1