The 7th Sign

A lot of odd things have been happening of late. Stuff that no one would have believed a year or two ago. I'm concerned that the apocalypse (shown at left) might be upon us. As your internet spiritual advisor, I suggest you consider the following:

A black man is currently a viable candidate for the presidency of this country, and a woman was his closest competitor for their party's nomination. Across the aisle, a Mormon was a viable candidate...

Also, did you know that Honda is selling a true zero-emission hydrogen fuel cell car this summer to the Southern California market?

Still not scared? Do you realized that the Play Station 3 actually has a desirable title now? (Metal Gear Solid 4)

Ok, how about something closer to home; I began to run, VOLUNTARILY - I was not being chased by a large carnivore, nor was I in pursuit of girls in bikinis. That in itself should be enough to have faithful Flockers reaching for their rosaries in fear, but it gets worse. I actually enjoyed it. The fabric of reality as we know it is fraying.

If all this doesn't concern you yet, try to get your mind around this...

I just got an email from my stats instructor. My grade on the final was an 80.25 out of 80 (there were extra credit questions). Combined with my final homework and lab grades, that means I got an A in the class.

I hate to be the harbinger of doom, but I think it's clear - the end is nigh. It's time to sell your property, donate the proceeds to the Black Vatican and make peace with your dear and fluffy lord. You heard it here first.