"So who's with me? I need a discussion about where I can bequeath all of my worldly possessions for the time after 5-21-11. I already told my bank that they can start to prepare to foreclose on my house on 5-22-11. Because even if I'm not raptured (though I really do think I'll be included with the other true believers), I'm sure the bank managers and especially the mortgage department personel won't be. And if I'm not raptured I intend to live out the next 5 months squatting in the homes of those that were raptured."
Three words: 'Millerites'. 'Great Disappointment.'
"But that still leaves me with almost $160,000 to use up or give away.
Any suggestions?"
I'll have it. You can't take it with you, and all that jazz.
...oh, and as for Harold Camping (and you who 'Camp' around with him), just over one month, and counting.
Tick. Tick. Tick...!
I've got that date marked on my calendar. On the date immediately after, I've got noted just one word: Schadenfreude. Great Disappointment II, anyone?
>:D
@Wehpudicabok
'I already told my bank that they can start to prepare to foreclose on my house...
"Good lord, even you aren't stupid enough"
I'm afraid they can - and are. As I mentioned above, the Great Disappointment:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Disappointment
"to deserve the shit that you're going to suffer through when that day comes and goes... I'm sorry for you. I really am."
I'm not. Come one second after midnight 21st May 2011, and nothing's happened (as per 22nd October 1844), my aforementioned Schadenfreude levels will be OVER 9000! Revelling in my hyper-smugness and mega-holier-than-thouness, to say nothing of my ultra-superiority as I lord it over these idiotic fundies (especially here in FSTDT) that they are proof of what PT Barnum once said:
'A sucker is born every minute.'
And when ol' Vincey-boy here discovers that his J-man didn't blow his horn, go down and suck him off, he's gonna look a complete arse for not just realising that he's now homeless as a direct result of his own insane adherence to his infinitely more insane 'faith', but ultimately learn - to his cost (and an unimaginable cost it'll be) - that we Atheists (with our critical thinking faculties, and inherent cynicism, born of the ability to think for oneself, and not as an unjustifiable 'belief' dictates - because religious 'belief' has no right to tell us what to do), were right all along.
22nd May 2011. A date that will live in infamy. For these Campers (and will also serve as an object lesson for those on Ruptured Retards. Mayhaps they'll figure out why I refer to it as the (C)Rapture).
...as for we on FSTDT...:
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Vince (don't know your surname, but post-22nd May of this year, mayhaps you should change your name to Vince Whatacuntiam), we're already prepared, as you can see. We've got our laughing gear and fingers ready to go for the Great Pointing & Laughing-fest on that day.
>:D