I guess the Mayans didn’t know that the Earth was round and where the International Dateline is. Am I daring damnation, spitting in the face of the apocalypse, tempting bad karma to say it’s now tomorrow in Beijing. I asked my colleagues there to send me a message if the world had ended, and guess what, it’s still here, at least China is. So I guess we’re supposed to believe the doomsday only occurs in the Mayan timezone, so a few more hours to live.
Which leads me to wonder exactly which timezone will mark the beginning of the Rapture? This is an even more silly idea. At least there was something to the Mayan thing, their calendar really does roll over today. But, OTOH, the Rapture is entirely made up (not that much different than the rest of xtianity, but in this case they even neglected to put it in their forged book). But despite this constant failure of predictions we’re still supposed to believe. I wonder what tomorrow will bring, when finally the last timezone on Earth has flipped to December 22, what new claims of doom will raise from the wingnuts.
So I propose a new bet. For the 23% of Americans who believe jebus will return in their lifetimes, you bet me your entire estate. If you die without the return, I get your estate. If you get raptured away, you can have mine.