This is my first posting to my blog. Nice to see WordPress making this functionality available for free.
Oh, I suppose I should introduce myself …
I emigrated to Canada with my family in 1970-dad was a farmer, book-keeper and lighthouse keeper back in Scotland. We’ve lived in Guelph, Ontario since then and I just recently moved to Nanaimo, British Columbia to settle down with my better half, a lovely lady named Nanette.
We have 3 cats, a geriatric German Shepherd and Nanette’s mum lives downstairs in her own part of the house. The house itself is on 1.7 acres of land which is covered by large cedar trees – apart from the few days in summer when the wonderful odours drift in from the local pulp mill, Harmac, the weather in this part of the country is awesome. Kinda reminds me of Scotland – mild winters, any snow we do get only sticks around for a couple of days. The best part is – NO SHOVELLING – unlike Ontario! Summers are pleasant – mid to high 20s and no humidity – thats the best part 🙂
Mr. Harold Camping, the 90+ year-old head honcho at Family Radio has once again duped many of his followers by back-peddling on his ludicrous claims that the world was coming to an end on May 21st. 2011. It didn’t happen in 1994, it didn’t happen on May 21st. 2011, and it won’t happen on October 20th. 2011 – his latest, latest date for the ‘rapture’.
Anyone with more than two neurons firing at the same time (including most self-described Christians) would see that this target was plucked out of thin air and has no basis in scientific or even biblical “fact”. His own good book has trumped him. He apparently doesn’t know enough about the bible to have bothered reading Mathew 24:36 where it states that no-one can know when the big rapture shindig is gonna take place.
I feel sad that so many of his followers blindly accepted this rambling nonsense and sold everything, quit good paying jobs and otherwise financially strapped themselves just so they could be swept upstairs to hang with fellow believers upstairs with the big guy with the beard. I, for one am heading downstairs – they have good beer there.
I feel sad but also know that these people made their own bed and must now sleep in it.
That’s organized religion for you, folks. Fun, eh?