Day of Judgement
I was watching a bit of footage on youtube about that meteorite strike on Russia last month. It got me thinking: what if there was an extinction level event one day? What if we were hit by the sort of bad boy that wiped the dinosaurs out? Should we be worried?
The short answer is no. Why? Because my friends:
1) It might never happen and as I always say: worrying is like paying interest on something you may never own.
2) By the time it gets near us it will be too late to do anything about it so why worry? If it’s coming then it’s coming. Personally, I’ll stand atop the biggest hill I can find, put my dukes up and shout out to it: “C’mon you big bastard, let’s see what y’got!”
3) It might turn out to be the best ever joke! Let me tell you what I mean, imagine the scenario:
There will be a report of an object spotted by an amateur astronomer, the calculations they make predict that in about three years time an object a couple of hundred miles across will strike us, thus destroying all life on earth. The governments backed by the lapdog mainstream media immediately try to quash the story. Where it does leak out the government laughs it off and the press destroys the source of the information in the eyes of the public. Yet the information is already known to the governments because they have been warned by their own scientists.
One day, however, they can no longer suppress it because too many people are talking about it and the information is more and more being discussed on the internet. The government publish false findings that it will be a near-miss and people shouldn’t be concerned, “This sort of thing happens all the time; if we panicked every time something came close…”
As it comes closer the truth will be leaking like a sieve. The governments will still be reassuring the general public from their situation rooms deep underground, where all the “important” people have been moved, ready to reemerge after the now inevitable apocolypse: “Keep Calm and Carry On” is the rallying cry.
“Anyone taking the opportunity to indulge in criminal activities such as rioting and looting will be dealt with severely…” by the police and army left out there on the streets who also weren’t important enough to get a golden ticket.
There’ll be nothing more to say, the object more visible than the moon as it makes its final approach. The people will pray to whoever they believe in, some suddenly find belief where none existed before; others lose whatever faith they had at the same rate as they lose hope.
It’s the end…
Then…what? Someone must have put a decimal point in the wrong place and others were too lazy to check their calculations properly: it sails right on by. Amen and hallelujah we all cry, it’s good to be alive.
The politicians and royals and corporate sorts deep, deep underground gloated and toasted the end of the world with champagne; then, when it didn’t happen…oh well…back to the surface to rule the roost once again. Yet the massive reinforced blast doors will no longer open, try as they might they cannot get them to budge after they were sealed from the outside by the people they left to die. Justice is a bunker that is now a tomb.
You know what? I can’t wait for the “end of the world as we know it…”