Monday, December 17, 2012

A Mayan Reckoning

How could I not start perhaps my last ever blog post, without first remembering another tragedy of 2012?

A moment of silence.

Which was impossible when I could hear my arteries hardening, eating this stuff.

But I digress.

It's almost here:  December 21, 2012.  The long-anticipated end of the Mayan Calendar.

If you ordered Christmas gifts, I hope you did like I dun, and had 'em delivered early.  That's the old Boy Scout "Always be prepared" in me.

Yep.  In the past few years, we've weathered bible code predictions of a planet-ending asteroid; three mathematically 'perfect' Rapture predictions that worked out as well as congressional budgeting; and a renewal of Dancing With The Stars.

How much more, as a planet, can we take?

Well, we're about to find out if we'll have to take anything anymore, from anyone:

The Mayan Calendar runs out in a few days.  Well, according to some interpretations.  According to others, it doesn't run out until sometime in the spring of 2013.

If that's true, you can bet the IRS made it so, so they could soak us one more time.


Rather than ponder what the 'end' might be like in a few days -- or what it might be like to be one of those who prepares for 'the end', only to find they gotta go to work the next day -- I am pondering just what kind of characters the Mayans who created this particular calendar were like.

Were they like this:

Or were they more down-to-earth in their expectations of what was to come:

Did they envision a world of chaos and tumult like this:

Resulting in this:

Did they have an off-day:

Or did they have a different notion of when to schedule their idea of April 1:

Personally, I tend to lean toward this interpretation.

Not that I'd mind skipping filling out tax forms for 2012, with a hi-ho hearty "PHFFFFFFT" to the IRS.

But I don't reckon I'm gonna git to do that.

No, if I go with my gut -- and I have no choice, it's attached and is usually in front of me wherever I go these days -- there's gonna be a December 22.  23.  24. 

And -- sorry, atheists -- a December 25.

Life will go on.

At least until the next Doomsday prophecy comes to the fore. 

Like Joe Biden for president in 2016.

Er..I meant to refer to 'doomsday', not 'dumbsday'.

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Blogger SueAnn Lommler said...

Ack!! Biden as President. Yikes!!
I will miss Hostess Cupcakes for sure.
Moment taken!
Hugging you

17 December, 2012 06:59  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I ran out of space on the rock.

I like that one.

Right Truth

17 December, 2012 08:07  
Blogger Sandee said...

How did the fat guy get that high? He certainly couldn't have done that himself. The tsunami yes, but getting that high over the water? No.

I'm not buying into the end of the world either. We have way too many sheep running around telling us one thing or another and most of them are in Washington D.C.!

Have a terrific day. My best to Seymour. :)

17 December, 2012 09:07  
Blogger Jenny the Pirate said...

Whatever the Mayans were ingesting, I need a case of it. My granddaughter turns eight on 12/21/12. I predict she'll turn nine exactly one year later.

20 December, 2012 08:29  

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