Friday, May 20, 2011

Screw you, Mr. Camping

I gave it some thought and I wanted to say something about the Rapture.

Mr. Harold Camping. You’re a douche.

The definition of free speech is as follows:

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

However, Freedom of Speech is repealed when it incites violence or appeals solely to prurient interest.

Well, Mr. Camping, given the nature of the world today, the acts of war and mass murder in foreign countries, the high unemployment rate in our own, recent forces of nature that have left millions without homes and more dead, and given you’re pitching billboards warning of earthquakes and destruction, you are in very poor taste. Someone should sue your ass.

I lived in Miami during some of the most devastating Hurricanes. It only takes the spread of fear to cause mass panic. Even during what might only be a Category 1 storm, people marched into Walmart and Publix not only for water and canned food, but for extra ammunition for their rifles. When some random hick, well respected by the Evangelical set, makes a prediction that the world is going to end, what do you think hardcore believers might do?

Will we hear stories over the weekend that some hateful KKK member with nothing to lose started burning down synagogues? Or that rape, murder and theft rose 20%? I got more than 10 Facebook invitations to the end of the world party or the rapture orgy. The CDC blog posted an article about surviving the zombie apocalypse for Pete’s sake! As a culture, why do we buy into this nonsense?

Something tells me this is either a really ignorant man trying to spread fear or one big marketing ploy by Walmart. Either way, let’s stop tweeting about this bologna. Mr. Camping isn’t worth our time.