A lot of chumps are goin' around makin' a bunch of easy jokes about the end of the world that's supposedly happening on Saturday. It's easy to joke about the dubious logic that fuels such an insane, illogical, wild speculation. Believe me, I know from experience.The only problem is that the way the future works, despite all our fancy learnin', we have to admit that we can't be 100% certain they're wrong until May 22, a day that also happens to be my birthday. Maybe that's why everyone is joking about it: because deep down we have to admit there's a non-zero chance it might actually go down exactly the way these bozos are wildly misinterpreting the intentionally vague prophecies in some ancient, irrelevant tome.
