Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Where's Chicken Little* when we need him?

If it's Wednesday it must be Morford gone all stream-of-inner-consciousness about the front-loaded year we're in.

It goes by many names. The Apocalypse. The Rapture. The Second Coming. The Quickening, the Singularity, the Great Shift. Armageddon, Doomsday, The Grand Awakening, The Endtimes, Judgment Day and also, for some reason, Elmer Lovebutton Puddingtop III (don't ask).

No matter what you call it, many believe it's coming in 2012. The transformation, that is. Something Big. Something extraordinary, something beyond what's ever come before in any other year or epoch ever, because that's just the way we like it.

The beautiful part is that there's fuck-all we can do about it. Heh. Enjoy.

*Reference is to a famous barnyard prophet who's been as accurate as any other, but a failure nonetheless because he didn't get his own religion.

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