12/21/2012 has long been touted by some as the end of the world; Armageddon; the Day Christ Comes and Claims His Kingdom On Earth.
Really.
Really?
If so, where the heck are the two witnesses?
3And I will give power unto my two witnesses, and they shall prophesy a thousand two hundred and threescore days, clothed in sackcloth. 4These are the two olive trees, and the two candlesticks standing before the God of the earth. 5And if any man will hurt them, fire proceedeth out of their mouth, and devoureth their enemies: and if any man will hurt them, he must in this manner be killed. 6These have power to shut heaven, that it rain not in the days of their prophecy: and have power over waters to turn them to blood, and to smite the earth with all plagues, as often as they will. (Book of Revelations, Chapter 11, verses 3-6)
These two witnesses are supposed to prophesy for 3 1/2 years before God calls the game. That means we should have been hearing from them starting back in the summer of 2009. But we’ve continued to have rain, and no one’s been accused of turing water into blood, or calling forth all kinds of plagues.
So, either this part of the Book of Revelations is wrong, or those who predict the end of the world in 2012 are wrong. Something to keep in mind as certain Chrisians approach the end of the Mayan Calendar.
This is our Open Thread. Please feel free to add your thoughts on this, or any other topic that comes to mind.

Good post. Personally, I think the end of the world scares are a load of guano. Ever notice that every year someone sends around an email stating that on 01/01/01 or 02/02/02 or 10/10/10 the world will end? I get these every year, usually sent out by the same people.
Never does, though. :/
As far as the whole 12/21/12 stuff goes, that’s just another scare tactic to fill pews and collection plates around the world.
My view is this: If the world does end, no one will notice because we’ll all be dead. If it doesn’t end, a lot of finger pointing will happen and we will all laugh and wish we didn’t drink so much the night before. It will feel like the world ended, (hangovers are like that), but we will still have to go to work on the 22nd. And the 23rd. Life will continue.
Darn it.
“keep your eyes open, for you know not the day or the hour”
It seems pretty arrogant to be to suggest any of us can know when the Earth will end. I have noticed that the endtimes cults always think it will happen in their lifetimes, again, arrogance. The Mayan priests performed their calculations about a 1,000 years ago and I imagine they just found 12/21/2012 a convenient stopping point.
My autistic son is obsessed with disasters. He saw a trailer for the 2012 movie and is seriously concerned that the world will end on that date. I have to keep reminding him that he is mayan, and could just start the cycles over and extend the mayan calender.
This quote from the Book of Revelations sounds like an LSD trip. Whoever wrote this must have been hallucinating. We know that we can’t refer to Palin or Beck as the two witnesses because neither of them would be caught dead or alive wearing a burlap sack.
Yeah, and all the computers were supposed to crash on 1/1/2000.
But.
fire proceedeth out of their mouth, and devoureth their enemies:
They’re not talking about Glenn Beck, are they?
Cats, don’t Beck’s magic undies count as sackcloth?
RUC – Beck’s magic undies only count when we get to see them.
Now I have to disinfect my brain so that I can wash out that image.
Outstanding,
My understanding is that the Mayan Calendar is based on the galactic “year;” the length of time it takes the sun to circle the center of the galaxy.
That being the case, 12/21/12 simply marks the beginning of another “year,” much as we get new calanders following 12/31 of any given year.
I figure the next wingnut ‘ala carte’ ruse will be to assess everyone a $75 annual fee as prepayment for our fair share of the Rapture when it happens. No pay, stay here.
Imagine it: “Left Behind” in a world without wingnuts. Works for me.
I haven’t heard from 5th since the end of August. I’m hoping things are okay.
Thanks for the update on our Witch, BnF. I know we worry about her in that place.
freeman has cycled off of his meds again.
Well, I’m off to another long day at school.
Have fun, y’all!
Good morning.
Finally got around to updating my blog.
Try this sometime. I’m trying to be proactive and find out how much a procedure costs, how it will be billed, how much my insurance would pay for such a thing.
No one really knows.
I was so wanting single payer.
I’m not convinced anyone has actually translated enough ancient Mayan to have a clue what the Mayan calendar says.
The planetary/galactic alinement stuff is fabulously irritating to me. Tidal forces are a product not merely of the mass of the object in question, but the ratio of the distance of the object to your near side vs. your far side. This is why the tidal force of the moon is vastly greater than that of the sun, even though they sun is enormously more massive. And even though Jupiter is the most massive non-stellar object in the solar system (“the solar system consists of Jupiter and debris”) I’m not sure it exerts any measureable tidal force at all.
So all the infantile stories about “the great line up” — all the other grotesque misrepresentations aside — are incapable of exerting anything even remotely approaching the daily tidal forces of the moon by itself.
(And recall that these “one in a gazillion” “line ups” have been occurring regularly for at least the last 30 years. Anyone remember The Jupiter Effect, published by a pair of supposed astronomers?)
Well I for one am looking forward to seeing Elvis again.
hmm, I’ve always wondered: if a person has two deceased spouses – which one do you spend ‘eternity’ with? Is polygamy allowed in the ‘beyond’?
I’d put my money on Stephen Hawking and his cronies having a better idea of when the Earth will end than the Mayans.
“hmm, I’ve always wondered: if a person has two deceased spouses – which one do you spend ‘eternity’ with? Is polygamy allowed in the ‘beyond’?”
Matthew 22:30 or Mark 12:25
“For when they shall rise from the dead, they neither marry, nor are given in marriage;”
I doubt the afterlife, or heaven, or whatever you want to call it, is as some christians picture it, no mansions, no streets paved with gold. I am probably a heretic.
So what if the world ends.
I’m a Buddhist and I would look forward to a do-over.
Thanks OIMF. I’m one who sees death as the end – no ‘rising up’ or ‘going to hell’. Was just curious about those who believe and had more than one spouse in the living world if they all met in the beyond how that would be handled.
2ebb, complicated – how are Richard Burton and Liz Taylor going to make sense of it…?
Outstanding — “I doubt the afterlife, or heaven, or whatever you want to call it, is as some christians picture it, no mansions, no streets paved with gold. I am probably a heretic.”
Some years ago, a fundie “Christian” explained to me in some detail why I was going to go to hell when I die. Finally, I asked him where he figured he was going to end up. He said, “Heaven, of course.”
I said, “Then I’ll see you in heaven because, rest assured, having to spend an eternity with a buttcake like you would be HELL for me!”
The conversation ended abruptly, and he never spoke to me again before he died about a year later.
“Hell is other people.”
Frugal, that’s a great response.
Cats, I borrowed it from my dad. Decades ago, pop used a cuss word in front of a local fundie and the fundie chastized him, said he’d never get to heaven using language like that. Pop looked at him and said, “Are you going to heaven, Ben?”
“Oh yes, definitely.”
“Then I don’t want to go.”
Crickets.
The whole thing about which spouse for serial marriers (whether by choice or mishap) really is moot in the afterlife. The gud book even says so. Is that why they call it Heaven?
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….
Author unknown…
I don’t believe in the afterlife but if there is one I hope it’s the one above. Although as someone who feels guilty that I didn’t do enough for any animal who know. There’s the dog I put to sleep because he’d been suffering the night before from lymphoma and the cat I didn’t put to sleep with breast cancer because I’d felt guilty putting the dog to sleep … etc
Excellent frugal and exactly how I feel. Can you imagine spending eternity with Sarah Palin?
Shayne, that’s where I’d like to go.
Again this would beg the question, do we meet all the animals we ever had that predeceased us? The turtles, rabbits, ants (yes some had ant farms as children), mice, rats, etc.?
Seems to be a “Pied Piper” kind of thing – everyone going over the Bridge together!
I gave up worrying about the afterlife many years ago. Figuring out what I’m supposed to be doing here was enough to keep me occupied. When I get where ever, I can start all over.
It’s just that ‘blind faith’ in an afterlife begs so many questions as to what one will experience, see, etc.
Quite frankly how do those who’ve been cremated ‘rise up’ – oh, never mind it’s all rhetorical.
A few years ago, my church lady sister was very upset that she wouldn’t be seeing me in heaven. I told her we just ought to see each other while we’re alive.
I was more polite back then, so I didn’t ask her how she knew she was going to heaven, since having grown up together I knew a few things about her. And I didn’t tell her I’d save her a seat next to me in hell.
I always wanted an ant farm!!!!! And a hamster!!!!
Can you imagine spending eternity next to your sister Zooey? Even if it’s heaven it will feel like hell.
Shayne, it would probably be fine — if I could duct tape her mouth shut.
This is the sister who actually likes me, and I like her too, but I liked her much better as a wild teenager.
Shayne, we had a hamster for awhile. His favorite past time was when we put him in his little hamster ball and he would run around the house. Mook would chase him and bark. Dinny would aim his ball into places the dog couldn’t follow, wait for a bit and then pop out someplace else. It was hilarious.
I always wanted an ant farm!!!!! And a hamster!!!!
How many hamsters do you want? I deliver!
I also have a special on gerbils!
Is Shayne going to go all cranky on me if I say hamsters are nasty little ratty things?
Found this on Maddow Blog, and it pretty much says it all re Pristine O’Dabbler:
Reminds me of the time the Debbil gave George W. Bush a tour of hell. There was, down there, a replica of the Oval Office, and Clinton was at the desk. The Debbil told George he could move into the O.O. if he wanted to, to carry out his duty. He said ok.
The Debbil knocked on the desk and said, “Ok, Miss Lewinski, you can leave now, your replacement is here.” She climbed out of the knee hole and the Debbil helped George climb in.
Clinton, too, probably moved from heaven to hell at that same moment. But, well, it’s a bit hard to believe, really, allathat.
Isn’t it?
Hmmm.
I remember a saying I read 50 years ago:
The best use of life is to spend it on something that outlives it.
Unfortunately I think I’m almost at that point where I’ve outlived my usefulness!
Unfortunately I think I’m almost at that point where I’ve outlived my usefulness!
Never!
Pachy — “Unfortunately I think I’m almost at that point where I’ve outlived my usefulness!”
You’re not alone. We could start a club, probably.
As long as I can still irritate conservatives, I still have some use.
I can still irritate ‘em, problem is I can’t remember it in the morning.
Doesn’t matter, frugal. We remember.
Badmoodman posted this picture on TP. The basic gist of the bible.
A rare situation for study:
Blue Whale and fetus wash ashore.
Poor whale mommy.
Local station story about Blue Whale.
[it wasn't allowing me to do two links in one post].
True about the whale’s loss of life – the situation allows for a rare necropsy to find out what caused its demise.
frugal, in my world it doesn’t matter if I remember as long as they do.
Oh great. We have a Denny’s on campus now, and it will stay open all night.
Hallelujah.
Except, all night actually means it’s open until 2 a.m. on Fridays and Saturdays, and midnight all the other days. I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count as all night.
And the place they put it has ZERO parking, so I guess they’re counting on residence hall students to keep this rockin’ Dennys in business. Good luck!
Do they have wifi, Zooey?
The whole campus has wifi, Hooda!
I’m starting to wonder if the ubiquitous nature of wifi isn’t secretly resonating with people’s brains. The frequency seems to have a stronger impact on those with an IQ in double digits.
Dang, where’s my tinfoil?
Make it a tinfoil fedora this time…
Cash-Strapped States Resurrect “Debtors’ Prisons”
America: Circling the drain.
I’m thinking a full sombrero with the heavy duty Reynolds Wrap.
Impressive!
Can indentured servants be far behind?
Free market, baby!
Quitter Palin spends entire mornings composing facebook comments, and Todd is pissed about some stupid thing.
Glenn Beck sending secret signals to creepy Mormons.
Wow. I missed a post by Margaret & Helen.
Oh I love it. Rick Scott just sent me an email, it began: Dear Saint!
Of course the campaign committee wanted money. My reply: “You’ve got to be kidding”
Found this today.
http://blog.buzzflash.com/node/11816
Thanks for that link, Pachy. I’ll read it when I get home.
I really hate these nighttime meetings…
Liked the Bible story snippet….. cheat codes…. LOL
I don’t like it here all that much anymore. If I was something other than old and decrepit, I’d consider relocating to somewhere more pleasant than Amurka. The Society Islands, maybe. Rarotonga? Trade winds and coconuts instead of bluster and wingnuts? Has a nice ring to it!
Milady, Shadow the cat, and moi on a sandy beach, the nearest Republican at least 10,000 miles in any direction.
I like that.
Well, it’s late. It’s after eight already. Yawn.
Gettin’ old’s a bitch, believe it!
To sleep, perchance to dream. If only I could remember the dream(s) come morning!
It’s been a long day, but at least I’ve finished critiquing the first galley proof! Next up, a day off!
Day off – I’m saluting that. I’m taking tomorrow and Friday. I’m cream-crackered actually. Play some footy tonight, and then that’s it until next week.
Belize has become a favored spot. Very inexpensive, you can buy property up the mountain a bit where it is a tad cooler and live amongst the other ex patriots.
Also, I may have shared this previously, but when designing your latest chapeau, there’s nothing like engineering advice from MIT:
http://people.csail.mit.edu/rahimi/helmet/
Gettin’ old’s a bitch, believe it!
But it beats the alternative.
My dad thought hamsters were rats and he was afraid of them. Now I have too many bigger critters that would take them out. When my Jack Russell terrier was younger I was assured he would find some way to get to a hamster no matter what I did. My cat, well who knows. And my golden retriever would squash him accidentally.
My daughter is playing Cobweb in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Apparently you have to sleep with somebody to get a good part at her school.
I’m cream-crackered actually.
What the hell does this mean?
I think I’d like to move to Canada when we retire. I’m not really all that fond of hot weather anyway.
Knackered. Done-in.
From Urban Dictionary:
Cream Crackered
To be extremely tired and exhausted.
Rhyming slang for knackered.
Guy 1: Wanna go out later?
Guy 2: No thanks, I’m Cream Crackered.
Shane, some parts of Canada can get very hot … in the summer. You would be welcome to retire here.
I just saw a promo for CNN’s new Parker Spitzer show. That wouldn’t be unusual, except that it was on MSNBC, during the Rachel Maddow Show!
Now why is Rachel’s show shilling for Keith’s competition?
House, they probably paid for the spot. Just like on progressive blogs there will be ads for conservative/gnopes. (Meg Whitman and Fiorina have ads on some – you’ll see Meg’s on TP sometimes.
Bachmann has an ad on LGF (little green footballs).
On Balloon Juice – conservative/goopers have ads: Stop Obamacare.
My husband loves fishing there dycker at Lake of the Woods so maybe I can convince him.
I just got this email from a friend, an older lady who doesn’t have a clue what’s going on in this country, and just forwards stuff that looks scary — this is from one of her kids:
I told her I would definitely be in the voting booth on November 2, but with facts, not scare tactics. Since she’s in her 70s, I refrained from writing, “Bitch, don’t ever send me that shit again.”
Oh, dear, dear, dear Chicken Little lives: the sky is falling.
And who the hell needs ‘facts’ to put fear in people.
Just talk about China and the black man that is the President of the United States.
Jezzus Fucking Christ, I’ll be 70 in March, FSM willing, and my mind is better than that of her son, who maxes out at 66 if she is 79 and 8.967 months (I counted back.) Come to think of it, he could have age-induced dementia!
“he could have age-induced dementia!”
I’d bet he’s content with a lifetime subscription to stOOpid, and I’m not a betting man.
We need to email the president, asking him not to sign Rep Arenholt’s bill making it easier for mortgage companies to use questionable affidavits to foreclose on our homes. See this morning’s ThinkFast on TP.
http://www.whitehouse.gov/CONTACT/
Done Zooey. As hard as some of these lenders have made it to modify mortgages by selling mortgages several times and hiring servicing entities to do the paperwork, I see no benefit in making it easier for them to falsify documents.
Thanks, Outstanding.
Taking someone’s home should never be “easy.” If it’s too easy, then mistakes are made. Americans must have recourse to show that mistakes have been made, but this bill greases the skids for mortgage holders to foreclose on a home that shouldn’t be in foreclosure! That is insane.
Off to school. My one short day in the week, but it starts with an exam.
I need a nap.
Done here as well.
I’m thinking that while the German Fascisti made it easy to confiscate the property of Die Juden, they were unlike the American Fascisti who want it made easy to confiscate ANYONE’S property at any time.
These people today won’t stop till every last available red cent is redistributed UPWARD.
Screw that.
What I find interesting about this foreclosure bill, is that here in Minnesota, the Attorney General is actually trying to get a moratorium on all foreclosures pending investigations to see if all the proper regulations are being followed.
Let me guess: Minnesota’s A.G. is a Democrat?
Yes she is.
But I wonder (and I’ve not had time to read more about the bill in question) if a lot of states have been trying to crack down on this, hence the bill?
But this bill really makes little sense to me.
Do hope EV is doing well. I miss her take on the world.
Mary Lacewing at TP brought this to our attention: