The rolling date of the end of the world used to be a feature of religious leaders. They would attract followers and wait in some field on the appointed date, and like someone whose flight has been canceled would have to wait for another flight on another day. The secularist is not immune to the end of the world prophecies. Ms. Cortez has given us 12 years to clean up the planet, and she has found her share of acolytes who will find themselves disappointed and will have to reset the date like those prophets of the past.
I can remember the Rapture craze, or fad if you like. The strange thing is I could never find the true believer that would place my name on the deed to their home, or business that they would no longer need as they were whisked away to heaven leaving the rest of us behind to suffer on this terrible planet.
I suspect that the fear of death, which comes for everyone at some point, drives the end of the world belief. That, and they cannot imagine the world going on without them so we must all go at the same time. The grief exhibited at Hillary Clinton’s loss in the Presidential election, compounded by President Obama having to leave after eight years in the White House was like they had lost mommy and daddy in some terrible accident. They had become orphans.
The search for mommy or daddy among Democrats has produced a crowded field of candidates, somewhat like the Kentucky Derby. The betting windows are busy. There is another story about a horse, a talking horse that a salesman bought from a farmer. When the farmer agreed to sell him and the money changed hands, the salesman started taunting the farmer. The salesman bragged about the price he paid for a horse that could talk, and how he was going to make a fortune with a talking horse. The farmer simply replied, “Did he tell you that old lie about winning the Kentucky Derby?”Published in