Ignore the man in the chair typing. Is a look at daily humor in the world we live in. As I do when I write my blogs I look at things and tend to wonder why this or that is. For Example...
I am not all that pleased with the Mayans. I have been waiting but here it is creeping towards the middle of January and the earth is still here. What happened? Great math mathematicians my... Well, you know.
But really, we are so gullible That's how these whack jobs like the Mayans get us in the first place.
Anyway, the Mayans. It's mostly our faults. I read somewhere that people who make predictions, by the odds, have to be right 50 percent of the time. That's pretty limited thinking. Maybe if it's strictly yes or no, otherwise the variables come into play and who can tell, and that is exactly how they get us. That... maybe it could be … That... You don't suppose...? And we are so fatalistic in our overall views that we just jump on it...
“BARB! Let's get down to the Walmart and stock up on all the stuff we're gonna need! The World's Ending!!!”
And the religious whack jobs? Oh, they're happy. They just look at you and smile. They're God is gonna kick some Butt now, that's for sure. You people will starve in the wilderness... STARVE! But God will take care of me! God told me to get a rope and tie myself to the church steeple so that when the world ends, and the Earth stops spinning, I won't float away...
Good. And, when nothing happens I suppose you could use the rope to lasso a cow. Start a life as a cowboy.
We are so gullible A friend bought a book to me a few years back. He handed it to me...
“Look, Sweet. Don't pass that around...” He looked around to make sure no one was listening. “It's the secret to life,” he whispered. “Says so right on the cover... A secret..”
“A secret?”
“SHHHS. Not so loud. It's a friggin' secret. Secret knowledge... Read it, I did.”
Or another friend shortly after that.
“It's the Mayan prophecy, Dude. See, this guy that wrote it... Well, he's not a Mayan but he's good with numbers, see, and he says it's gonna be December 2012...” He looked at me meaningfully.
“Uh huh... December?”
“Yeah... December.”
“Yeah. I got that. I mean what's gonna be in December 2012?”
He looked at me like I was nuts. “Dude! The world's ending ,Dude.”
“Oh... That December 2012 thing.”
“Yeah, see, this guy has a ship full of Virgins and he'll be in New York Harbor waiting to sail...”
“Ah, Virgins?”
“Yeah... Yeah, see. To re-populate the world when most everyone dies.”
Gullible. We want to believe it. I personally think if the moron that wrote that book would have showed up with a ship full of virgins he would have found himself in jail. But Hey. Maybe the Mayan's could post bail...
Many more examples inside, including a new humorous short story.
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