Harold Camping‘s Doomsday Prediction Correct — Sort Of
It’s the End of the World as We Know It, and I Feel Fine
By Sevastian Winters | Yahoo! Contributor Network
October 21, the adjusted date of the rapture. Doomsday. So far, so good… just another false alarm, (though it’s raining outside of my window).
But where is Harold Camping?
Camping, the radio show preacher who predicted the end of the world for May 21 of this year, and who then revised his prophesy for profit to Oct. 21 (today) spoke from his website today, according to the Washington Post: “At this point, looks like it will be the final end of everything,” says camping. Likely when it’s not, he’ll find an excuse. All I’m asking is this: If the 89-year-old man falls over, put him on life support and keep him alive until tomorrow, lest he spawn a cult of people claiming he prophesied his own end.
The truth is that today really is doomsday. So was yesterday. Yesterday a young child, Yue Yue, died in China from injuries sustained when she was struck by not one, but two vehicles and ignored by 18 passersby. Doomsday. On the same day, a former world leader was dragged out of a concrete pipe, beaten and executed in the street. Doomsday.
As I write this, somewhere a child is being raped by the person most responsible for their protection. Doomsday. Somewhere else, someone just smoked their first hit of crack cocaine, and someone else their last… doomsday. A woman somewhere was just beaten to the point of brain
damage. Somewhere else two cars collided and somebody is dead. Doomsday.
Western Africa, war zones, ghettos around the world, middle-class suburbs and the posh, richest palaces — no one is exempted from doom. From Steve Jobs to little Yue Yue, doom is all around us. So whenever half-baked prophets crawl out of their cockroach holes and tell me the
end of the world is nigh, I laugh to myself and reply, “Really? You’re just now figuring that out?”
The question for each of us is not “when will doomsday come?” or even “will it come?” It will. The question we must ask each day, is the one Apple founder Jobs said that he asked himself each morning: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” Doomsday’s coming… maybe today… maybe in 100 years. Until then, what’s next?