I've decided to embark on a new career. It's lucrative, very lucrative, however this career is a rung lower than a used car salesman on the morality ladder.
I'm going to be a doomsayer.
I'm going to find some minuscule event about four years in the future. This event could be anything astrological, archaeological, or Bill Murray actually agreeing to be in the next Ghostbusters movie.
Once I have my event, I'm going to write a book proving that this event will somehow eradicate all human life on earth. Once this book has gained a following (and it will) then I'm going to write a second book. This book I'll write under an assumed name. It will refute the 'facts' of the first book, calling it total hokum. I may even create a bitter rivalry between the two authors. To the point where they refuse to be in the same room together. (I may have to hire an actor to play the part of the second author)
Then, I'm going to write a third book, by another 'Author', claiming that the first two 'Authors' wouldn't know the correct date if it bit them in their Y2K. This book would claim that the real date was two years further into the future than the first claim.
I would continue in this way, leapfrogging predictions, (which some people would buy into) essentially creating my own 'doomsday franchise'.
After a while, if I got bored, I would write one final book, saying that it's all a load of crap, and we should go back to the Bible.
The Bible says "No man knows the day or hour..." so how can we, as semi-intelligent human beings, keep believing all this random doomsday crap?
Every time someone makes some wild prediction, based on a little fact, and lots of hype, people buy into it. And they buy like crazy. Most doomsday books become bestsellers. Is that why these 'Authors' are so eager to predict the end of the world as we know it? Hmm...let me think...
I've got a doomsday prediction for you...There's only one being in this universe who knows when doomsday is, and He ain't tellin'.
