Any Day Now…
You know what they say about a broken clock. In that case, a broken clock would be more accurate than the ‘doomsday clock’ propagated by this cabal of atomic scientists for decades now.
The recent claim from this group is that because of Trump, the clock now figuratively points to a few minutes before kaboom day. Not North Korea’s version of Elmer Fudd playing with matches, not Iran enriching uranium for nuclear weapons, not Pakistan and India whom are already in possession of them and not Russia with their aggressive leader Putin. Apparently, it’s the election of Donald Trump that pushes the minute hand on the death clock.
This of course is just one of the numerous swords of Damocles looming above the human race if you paid attention to the numerous chicken little industries that always seem to flourish. The tin foil hat business should be booming. When not paralyzed by the imminent threat of nuclear annihilation, people are also paying through confiscatory taxes to assuage the effects of hysterical global warming, also incidentally on the verge of irreversible damage. Or at least, was a while ago. They’ll have to push the date back a bit to get more money. But we get it; the end of the world isn’t always that easy to pinpoint.
No less than Stephen Hawking has raised the imminent possibility of alien takeover, not to mention the likelihood of a catastrophic asteroid strike. At various points in my lifetime, hysteria has been pushed on imminent human extinction events ranging from: starvation, disease, overpopulation, religious retribution, Y2K, global cooling, now of course, global warming, atomic war, asteroid crashes and alien takeover. The one that will soon be in vogue will be robot takeover, so we may want to stock up on metal detectors.
Someone can certainly make a lot of money on this. There’s no point being paralyzed like myotonic goats awaiting death. As mentioned earlier, fashionable tin foil hats can be offered for sale on Amazon. What about worry beads? They’d have to be sustainable of course…though that shouldn’t really matter. How about special lotion for all the hand wringing brought on by on-going angst? We hear of billionaires building bunkers in anticipation of the final kabing, so someone’s already taking advantage of the gullible. Whatever the product, it may as well be shameless because there’s no downside. If it all ends, well then you’ve done your bit. If it doesn’t end, you at least get rich. Now that is a good ending.