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May 18, 2011


so, jobs + the deficit don't matter?

Oh, there won't be any blame, just a quick tap-dance over the fact that it didn't happen, and many mumbles about having to recalculate the variables and soon, presto! change-o!, a new date will appear.

The Rapture is the ultimate vaporware.

Just watching this idiot's pandering, self-righteous video makes one wish for his fabled rapture to happen right now. He's 89... Why would he give a frick, anyway? I fully expect to meet Mr. Camping in hell. I'll be selling the poisoned lemonade.

I'm all set. I got two cans of Nalley's Walla Walla onion chili and two liters of 7-UP.
Let the end begin.

This guy's got a quite a gig going here!
6:01pm on Satruday he'll be on a bus to Tijuana
with a suitcase full of donations!

What an ass. If I had the money, I'd hire billboard's and ads next to his, "If you've given money to this man, please call this number after May 21st, to file for relief."

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