Harold Camping Rapture Fiasco Watch: A Wry Asian’s Take

A pretty good summing up of American fundamentalist inanity, and, at the end, a refreshing solution to the question of why there is so much ridiculous suffering (and stupidity) in the world:

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The ending, in its eccentric way, echoes Shakespeare: “As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods: they kill us for their sport.”

Our earth is the smokey blue bong hit of aliens (or the gods). Think about it.