The end of the world

[Chido-Wan Kenobi]

Just a little report from England, all is well.
Nothing happening. Quite a nice warm sunny day actually.

Likewise, here in New York. In fact, this has been the nicest day of and otherwise rainy week.

But let me say that Camping has received a bit more of attention, because he significantly deviated from the standard way of running religious scams. This is what you are supposed to do:

1. You show up one day, claiming that an angel (or God, or the Prophet appeared in your dreams)
2. Then you say that he told you that, when we die, we will all go to live at some nice mountain resort in the sky, entertained by Playboy bunnies and/or Dallas cheerleaders and surrounded by rivers of beer (or wine) and mountains of pretzels (or hot wings).
3. ... but if will only happen to you if you give them some money.

The reason this time-tested procedure works is that nobody ever comes back after death, to confirm whether the story was actually true.

Harold Camping's prophecy, on the other hand, can be easily disproved, by the simple act of waking up tomorrow and having brunch at one of the fine eateries you can find in the West Village. In other words, if you think that he looks like an idiot now, just wait until tomorrow.