That got me started off on the right foot, today, Mike. Now that I have your quick summary of apocalyptic awareness etched deeply in my memory, I'll be prepared to go forth, confident that 'the end is nigh,' verily. Your Hindu goddess sounds very interesting . . . benevolent, eh? Thanks for a good ROFLMAO entry.
What really grabs my fancy is that the vaunted 06-06-06 is not even an original occurrence. This happened once before, and was even better 'cause the numbers REALLY worked.
Back in the 20th Century the dreaded date was June 6, 1966. On that date portents would signal the coming into this world of the Anti-christ. Think about the symbology: born on that date, the aforementioned Bad One would be, exactly, 33 years of age by June 6, 1999, ready to usher the anti-crucifixion and the anti-resurrection by the strike of the clock of the year 2000. How many ways can you spell 'perfecto'? He would have started his ministry of evil by 30 (id est, 1996) and by the putative turn of the century ('cause us cognoscenti KNOW that the 21st century really started on Jan 1, 2001) would be ready to take over at 33, just when JC did back in the day.
Guess what happened? A whole bunch of nothing. Even Y2K was a snore.
But, since American collective memory lasts all of, maybe, two months, the new and improved 06-06-06 is back in vogue. Despite the fact that it doesn't have even a slice of the appeal of the perfect numerology of 6-6-66, and doesn't coincide with any millenial change, putative, or otherwise.
I'm a lawyer in my early 40s, and after looking for a way to do something other than the practice of law, I'm resigned to the fact that I can't earn bupkis doing anything else. I like lots of things, and I like to talk about them incessantly.
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That got me started off on the right foot, today, Mike. Now that I have your quick summary of apocalyptic awareness etched deeply in my memory, I'll be prepared to go forth, confident that 'the end is nigh,' verily. Your Hindu goddess sounds very interesting . . . benevolent, eh?
Thanks for a good ROFLMAO entry.
Dear Mike:
What really grabs my fancy is that the vaunted 06-06-06 is not even an original occurrence. This happened once before, and was even better 'cause the numbers REALLY worked.
Back in the 20th Century the dreaded date was June 6, 1966. On that date portents would signal the coming into this world of the Anti-christ. Think about the symbology: born on that date, the aforementioned Bad One would be, exactly, 33 years of age by June 6, 1999, ready to usher the anti-crucifixion and the anti-resurrection by the strike of the clock of the year 2000. How many ways can you spell 'perfecto'? He would have started his ministry of evil by 30 (id est, 1996) and by the putative turn of the century ('cause us cognoscenti KNOW that the 21st century really started on Jan 1, 2001) would be ready to take over at 33, just when JC did back in the day.
Guess what happened? A whole bunch of nothing. Even Y2K was a snore.
But, since American collective memory lasts all of, maybe, two months, the new and improved 06-06-06 is back in vogue. Despite the fact that it doesn't have even a slice of the appeal of the perfect numerology of 6-6-66, and doesn't coincide with any millenial change, putative, or otherwise.
Cheers,
Jorge
That guy was doomed the moment he said, "...if God exists...". By demonstrating his doubt about the existence of God, he pissed off the Man Upstairs.
"Whaddya mean if I exist. Screw you buddy."
Or maybe God is a fan of the Darwin Awards.
Now if we could only convince Pat Robertson to try and use his massive leg press strength to attempt a cage match with those lions.
"Now if we could only convince Pat Robertson to try and use his massive leg press strength to attempt a cage match with those lions."
Don't underestimate your abilities. Challenge him; he may take the bait. Word on the street is Robertson's quite vain about his leg press strength.
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