No Apocalypse: Go Home

Pretty. Plus, it’s not going to kill you just yet.

It’s weird to me that in the 21st century, amid magnetically levitating trains and robotic surgeons, there are still folks wearing sandwich boards shouting that the end is near.  It’s bad enough that we still have things like infomercials and Bill O’Reilly, but doomsday prophets?  Really?

For the record, the world is not going to end.  No Mayan calender predicted devastation, no black hole/solar system alignments, no Higgs-boson CERN-related catastrophes are nigh.  Nothing is nigh.  Relax.

If you don’t believe me, and you should because I’m still perfectly sane until next year, then believe NASA.  They took time out from exploring the solar system to reassure everyone, so the least you can do is go over there and be reassured.

And if I’m wrong and the world ends in the next couple of weeks?

Then fine.  I owe you a Coke.