Phew, survived another apocalypse. Maya style. (and for those who know me- yes, pun inteneded).
Actually, I had a bet with my daughter: If the world didn’t end, she would make me breakfast in bed on Saturday. I couldn’t lose. If the world did end, who cares about breakfast?
But seriously, what is it about Doomsday beliefs? Why do people give them so such credence? It’s hard to rememeber now, but 12 years back the year 2000 prompted another round of this sort of thing. And the result. Er, nothing to speak of.
If were lucky next time it’ll be the end of capitalism. Now that would be a nice Christmas present.