Was it just two years ago that the Rev. David Wilkerson was predicting imminent catastrophe along the Eastern Seaboard? Yes; according to our archives here at the Fiction Warehouse, it was.
Perhaps he was referring to Derek Jeter’s abysmal hitting since then. But if he really meant “earth shattering calamity,” in the sense of cities burning and godless crowds looting Best Buys, then he was once again a little off the mark. Sigh. It turns out the real doomsday is not slated to occur until May 21 of this year. Just a couple of weeks from now.
That’s according Harold Camping, co-founder of the Family Radio network. Through his radio shows and a caravan of battered RV’s, Camping is spreading the good word about the End of Days. He makes no apologies for having previously stated that the world would end in 1994. That was then. This time he’s adjusted his calculations in a number of important areas. This is it, folks. No kidding. Time to get right with God. Doomsday is slated for 6 p.m., rain or shine.
Here is where I appeal to all of Camping’s followers to send me all their money, since they obviously won’t be needing it. Har, har. But really, making fun of dopey cults is no longer that amusing. Because they are intellectually defenseless, it’s kind of mean-spirited. It’s also futile. People who follow fools are themselves fools — and therefore immune to ridicule.
Look, every one of us will have our own personal doomsday, sooner or later. It’s called death. That’s how the world ends. Does anybody really want to know when?