According to a fact sheet published on the group’s website, this is what is about to happen: “On May 21, 2011 two events will occur. These events could not be more opposite in nature, the one more wonderful than can be imagined; the other more horrific than can be imagined. A great earthquake will occur the Bible describes it as ‘such as was not since men were upon the earth, so mighty an earthquake, and so great.’ This earthquake will be so powerful it will throw open all graves. The remains of the all the believers who have ever lived will be instantly transformed into glorified spiritual bodies to be forever with God.” The rest will be “thrown out upon the ground to be shamed,” and will experience “horror and chaos beyond description.”
There will be an interim period running from 5/21/11 until 10/21/11, when Family Radio says final destruction of the Earth take place.
The Family Radio website notes that it is still accepting donations, and although its donor computer operation is said to be undergoing maintenance, the group says it has representatives on hand to process donations from call-in givers. It accepts credit or debit cards.
So any ministers reading this apparently need not bother to prepare a sermon or homily for Sunday.
I pointed out in selecting Family Radio my “Sunday Insight with Charlie Sykes” Loser of the Week that evidently Family Radio was unfamiliar with Matthew 24:36, which readeth: “But of that day and hour knows no man, no, not the angels of heaven, but my Father only.”
In the Bible a wise man is a true believer, to whom God has given a profound trust in the authority of the Bible. True believers have been in existence since the beginning of time. But the timeline of history as it is revealed in the Bible was never revealed to the hearts of the true believers. For example, throughout most of the church age it was generally believed that Creation occurred in the year 4004 B.C.
However, about 35 years ago God began to open the true believers’ understanding of the timeline of history. Thus it was discovered that the Bible teaches that when the events of the past are coordinated with our modern calendar, we can learn dates of history such as Creation (11,013 B.C.), the flood of Noah’s day (4990 B.C.), the exodus of Israel from Egypt (1447 B.C.) and the death of Solomon (93l B.C.)*
However, it was not until a very few years ago that the accurate knowledge of the entire timeline of history was revealed to true believers by God from the Bible. This timeline extends all the way to the end of time. During these past several years God has been revealing a great many truths, which have been completely hidden in the Bible until this time when we are so near the end of the world.
(The essay gets more creative from there, believe me.)
So Camping is, similar to Matthew Harrison Brady (that is, William Jennings Bryan) in “Inherit the Wind,” a believer that the Earth is only tens of thousands of years old. I am neither a scientist nor a theologian, but it seems rather presumptuous to limit God to a 24-hour day, does it not? The Episcopal Church, to which I’ve belonged for a decade, describes itself as a tricycle of Scripture (the big wheel), tradition and reason. And there is no real reason that evolution is incompatible with God’s creation.
The minister who married my wife and me claims that there is only one verse of the Bible, John 3:16, that does not require an additional verse to back it up. Matthew 24:36 has two — Mark 13:32 (“But of that day and that hour knows no man, no not the angels which are in heaven, neither the Son, but the Father”) and, from my favorite book of the Bible, Acts 1:7 (“And he said to them, it is not for you to know the times or the seasons, which the Father has put in his own power”). Moreover, the quoted words of Jesus Christ would seem to have paramount ranking as a source of information for Christians, would they not?
A Brief History of the Apocalypse has a listing of predictions of the end of the world dating all the way back to 2800 B.C. A real wave of apocalysomania took place in 1000 A.D., which I guess would have been Y1K. (I remember Y2K, when driving back home after a sumptuous not-really-millennium meal we listened to that paragon of reason, Art Bell, report about mysterious blackouts. Bell somehow neglected to mention that the University of Wisconsin football team’s going to back-to-back Rose Bowls must have been a sign of the end times.) And we’ve had predictions of the end practically every year since 1972. (No, Richard Nixon’s reelection was not one of them, but at the University of Wisconsin, Ronald Reagan’s reelection was.) Before Pat Robertson was claiming that 9/11 and hurricanes were divine retribution, he predicted the end of the world would take place in the fall of 1982. (Breaking up with my first girlfriend and losing my job in the same week seemed like the end of the world, but it wasn’t.)
I recall two specifically. In 1978, Pope Paul VI died, and then his successor, John Paul I, died a month after becoming pope. Newspapers at the time noted the legend of St. Malachy, an Irish priest who wrote down descriptions of every pope from Peter forward. When the list of popes runs out, the legend has it, our time runs out. And there is only one pope left on the list, Benedict XVI’s successor, who by the way is supposed to be the Devil incarnate. (That should make the next College of Cardinals meeting after Benedict’s death really interesting.)
The other prediction, in 1982, was not exactly a prediction of the end, but of galactic disorder caused by all the planets in this solar system lining up. Leonard Nimoy narrated an episode of “In Search Of” that warned of the calamity on the way. Nimoy’s most famous character, Mr. Spock, would have pointed out that such a theory is illogical because the planets are not all on the same plane. (To which Dr. McCoy would have contributed, “How do I know? I’m a doctor, not an astronomer!”)
The planetary alignment previously occurred Feb. 4, 1962; astrologer Jeane Dixon predicted that the Antichrist would be born the next day. (Which means the Antichrist is actress Jennifer Jason Leigh.)
Remember the earthquake that destroyed Taiwan and created the tsunami that killed millions May 11? You don’t, because the prediction of someone named Professor Wang didn’t happen. Of course, this year is less than half over, so we may still enter thePhoton Belt (no, that was not an episode of Star Trek) before the end of the year.
The next prediction of our doom is Dec. 23, 2012, according to the Mayans, whose calendar runs out on that day. (So don’t bother getting Christmas presents next year, and you can skip gassing up the snowblower, when by then gas should be about $14 a gallon.) But if that prediction isn’t accurate, there are plenty of others waiting in the wings. For instance, back in 1960, Science magazine predicted that on Nov. 13, 2026, the world’s population would reach infinity.
Less than a week after my latest “Sunday Insight with Charlie Sykes” appearance, I was on the Ripon anti-slavery walk (the Little White Schoolhouse, the Abraham Lincoln statue at Ripon College, a cemetery where an ex-slave is buried, etc.) with my oldest son when I got the call from Wisconsin Public Radio. I’ll be on WPR’s Joy Cardin show with Ruth Conniff of The Progressive Friday at 8 a.m.
As always, Wisconsin Public Radio’s Ideas Network can be heard on WHA (970 AM) in Madison, WLBL (930 AM) in Auburndale, WHID (88.1 FM) in Green Bay, WHWC (88.3 FM) in Menomonie, WRFW (88.7 FM) in River Falls, WEPS (88.9 FM) in Elgin, Ill., WHAA (89.1 FM) in Adams, WHBM (90.3 FM) in Park Falls, WHLA (90.3 FM) in La Crosse, WRST (90.3 FM) in Oshkosh, WHAD (90.7 FM) in Delafield, W215AQ (90.9 FM) in Middleton, KUWS (91.3 FM) in Superior, WHHI (91.3 FM) in Highland, WSHS (91.7 FM) in Sheboygan, WHDI (91.9 FM) in Sister Bay, WLBL (91.9 FM) in Wausau, W275AF (102.9 FM) in Ashland, W300BM (107.9 FM) in Madison, and of course online at www.wpr.org.
Meanwhile, Charter Cable subscribers in Ripon can watch the new (as in it didn’t exist before Monday afternoon) Ripon Channel Report this weekend starting Saturday at 9 a.m. The Internet being what it is, The Ripon Channel’s Kenton Barber captured the taping Thursday afternoon.
The video may also be online this weekend, complete with weather forecast.
Today is famous in rock history for two reasons. The second was in 1980, when drummer Peter Criss quit Kiss. The first was in 1967, when the BBC banned the Beatles’ “A Day in the Life” due to its alleged drug references:
Birthdays start with soul singer Shorty Long, who warned people that …
Who is Jill Jackson? She was the Paula of Paul and Paula, the former of whom (whose real name wasn’t Paul either) sang to her:
Joe Cocker did one of the best covers of all time, a song so nice he covered it twice (with Leon Russell on piano):
One wonders if James Henderson, lead singer of Black Oak Arkansas, was Jim Dandy to the rescue:
Mr. Mister keyboard player Steve George:
Oconomowoc native Jane Wiedlin, guitarist for the Go-Gos:
Today is the birthday (in separate years) of John and Susan Cowsill of the Cowsills:
John Cowsill also played drums on this ’80s one-hit wonder:
Judging from the reactions, I am one of the few people that, until yesterday, was not on Facebook:
OMG Hubby has finally joined Facebook. Friend him NOW!
FB will NEVER be the same
How did you do that…John still won’t!
Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria! 12/21/2012 is soon approaching! and yet another sign…Steve is on Facebook
HI! i see facebook won again…
But now I am. I found out that there was no one by my name on Facebook, so if you do a search for my name, you are guaranteed to find me. (I am also on LinkedIn, and you can see from the right side of this page that I am Presty1965 on Twitter.)
Until now I had assumed that Facebook was, well, too social for, you know, a business magazine publisher/editor/pundit. Then I was advised by someone considerably more savvy than I in social media (you know who you are, Todd, and thanks) that if it were a country, Facebook would be the third largest country in the world. (I wonder if Facebook is run any better than countries one and two … or for that matter this one.)
Since I have this blog linked to Facebook (as well as LinkedIn and Twitter), I assume all the people I have now Friended and vice versa will find out that, wow, Presty is really a right-winger. (I’ve been a proud member of Hillary Clinton’s Vast Right Wing Conspiracy since the 1990s.) The thing, however, is that (1) I am perfectly capable of not talking about politics (remember that the phrase “the personal is political” did not come from the right side of the political aisle), and (2) I have no problems arguing ideas because ideas are supposed to be argued, and the way one improves the process of delivering opinions is to debate opinions. And, now that I think of it, there is a (3): If you don’t like a blog entry, don’t read it.
It is hard to believe — mon dieu! — that the Ripon French adventure is more than half over and less than a week away from being over.
You read that Moritz arrived in the overnight between May 5 and May 6 …
… and was to do whatever his host family did in addition to the other activities planned for his class.
Put the two together, and his weeks have included going to two different churches (ours plus a confirmation ceremony at another church), going to Michael’s baseball practices and Boy Scout meetings, seeing minor league baseball …
… playing minigolf (followed a week later by bowling at the same place) …
… going to Lambeau Field and the state Capitol, swimming and skating at the same place …
… going to one of Ripon’s best known employers — Rippin’ Good Cookies — on a walking tour of the city …
… Crazy Dress Day at school Wednesday …
… and, you know, school. (He has homework, which is more than I can say of his host.)
His schedule still includes a farm trip, a trip to the Wisconsin Dells (what the French might call un piège à touristes if they have such a phrase), a going-away party at a horse ranch Sunday night (at which if he’s not careful he might end up on TV), and then his actual departure Tuesday morning. It would be worth flying back to Paris with the class merely to see their zombie-like states the first couple of days back in France.
The experience shows, for one thing, the technological miracles we take for granted. The first photo in this blog was shot at 12:04 a.m. after the students had arrived, with my cellphone. I emailed the photo to his parents in Paris; they got it sometime after 7:04 a.m. Paris time through the Internet, satellites and who knows what else. A week later, his parents called Moritz … from Rome to my cellphone. (Paris and Rome are in the same time zone.) Moritz talked to them in the lobby of the Oshkosh 20th Avenue YMCA.
As I mentioned earlier this month, it amazes me that 11-year-old kids are international travelers. (Moritz was watching CBS-TV’s “The Amazing Race” season finale, in which the final contestants were in a museum in Rio de Janeiro. Moritz looked up and casually said, “I’ve been there.”) Moritz’s school, L’École Active Bilingue Jeannine Manuel, is the largest nondenominational private school in France, so one might expect its students’ families are reasonably well off, but there is the issue of whether 11-year-olds are mentally and emotionally ready for different cultures from theirs. From what I’ve seen, these kids obviously are.
Tuesday will be a hard day. The biggest problem we’ve had with Moritz is making sure we choose the right vehicle for the activity, given that my car seats five, which is one too few for everyone. (The skating and bowling involved extra people; fortunately Jannan’s minivan seats seven.) Other than that, he’s fit right in, including eating my spaghetti sauce and lasagna. (I was told lasagna was his favorite food, but only his mother’s lasagna; that was proven untrue two pieces later.) He’s quieter than his host siblings, but his host siblings are pretty much a nonstop run-on sentence. And he is so laid back that he hasn’t objected to anything we’ve dragged him to so far.
The experience has been (pardon my high school French) “formidable!” I hope we keep in touch with Moritz, and I’m thinking we’ll be doing this again in a few years if circumstances work out.
Three events in rock — well, music — history are of note today:
1958: The soundtrack to the musical “South Pacific” went to number one and stayed there for 31 weeks. The film version starred Mitzi Gaynor, who looked very much like my mother a few years later.
1960: DJ Alan Freed (mentioned in this space last week) and eight others were indicted for payola.
1979: Eric Clapton married Patti Boyd, the former wife of George Harrison and the muse for the song “Layla.” The song lasted much longer than the marriage.
Birthdays today are led by Pete Townshend of The Who:
AC/DC drummer Phillip Rudd:
Two members of Blood Sweat & Tears: trombonist Jerry Hyman and saxophone and flute player Greg Herbert:
Bass player Dusty Hill of ZZ Top:
Ramones lead singer Joey Ramone (born Jeffrey Hyman, so he must have been adopted by the Ramone family, right? Right?):
As I age, I’ve discovered that I am prone to getting sinus infections from the bug du jour, from things growing, or from wherever else, thanks probably to my amazing luck in inheriting bad sinuses from both of my parents. I rarely go to my doctor for treatment, because I don’t believe in running to doctors every time I get a malady, and I certainly don’t believe in taking antibiotics to fix every cold I have.
The only thing that provided real relief for my sinus maladies is pseudoephedrine, found in such products as Sudafed, Mucinex D and Claritin. I’ve tried several alternatives, but products with pseudoephedrine are the only thing that allows me to breathe without causing excessive drying (a problem for those of us who wear contact lenses), or the other effects of antihistamines. Pseudoephedrine has been used for years for those who suffer from allergies and prefer not to take medications that induce drowsiness.
But pseudoephedrine is one of the ingredients of methamphetamine, thus requiring, in the mind of legislators continually running for reelection, bold and decisive action to prevent the ill among us from getting relief without running to the doctor … I mean, to protect us citizens from the scourge of meth-heads invading Wal–Mart for ingredients for their next fix.
2005 Wisconsin Act 14 requires that pseudoephedrine be sold only by pharmacists or employees working under registered pharmacists, and that no one can purchase more than 7.5 grams within a 30-day period without the approval of a physician, dentist, or veterinarian. The pharmacy is required to get photo ID from the buyer, and must record the buyer’s name and address and how much he or she purchased; those records must be kept by the pharmacy for two years. Similar legislation was passed by Congress as part of the renewal of the Patriot Act in 2006.
This law — unanimously passed in the Senate and passed 92–6 in the Assembly, which means there is bipartisan blame — is an inconvenience, to say the least, to the ill, in addition to being a burden on business. In the week I started at Marketplace in 2008, I (1) was barred from purchasing the correct medication because the pharmacy was closed even though the store was open; (2) had to have my wife get it with the usual legal third degree, and (3) stood in line at another pharmacy with other sick people so that I could buy a medication that does not require a prescription. Can’t sleep because you can’t breathe? To quote a former coworker of mine, then it sucks to be you.
I suppose I should be grateful that I can still get pseudoephedrine, since Oregon, where this began, makes pseudoephedrine available only by prescription. As it is, cold medications with pseudoephedrine are now not available in any store that doesn’t have a pharmacy, which includes most grocery stores and convenience stores — a case of government telling businesses what they can and cannot sell to their customers. Some countries are phasing out pseudoephedrine. Drug manufacturers have also removed pseudoephedrine from some cold medications or replacing it with phenylephrine, which does not work.
This is all because meth is the current popular target in the “war on drugs”: “With the help of the press, they’re once again frightening the public with tales of a drug so seductive it instantly turns masses of upstanding citizens into addicts who ruin their health, their lives and their families,” wrote the New York Times’ John Tierney in 2005, when state legislatures were falling over each other trying to regulate pseudoephedrine. This is the same non-thinking that has helped turn flying into such a drill-holes-into-your-skull experience, when grandmothers and babies are subject to random searches because they could be terrorists. A 45-year-old man who can barely breathe apparently is a potential meth-head, so let’s inconvenience everyone and invade the privacy of the ill for this supposed wave of the use of the popular drug of the day.
The rationale, as always, is that, to quote Hillary Clinton, “We’re going to take things away from you on behalf of the common good.” Or, to quote U.S. Sen. Evan Bayh (D–Indiana), who sponsored the Senate bill, “Your ordinary, law-abiding citizen isn’t going to object.” Evidently Bayh feels no need to be bothered by constitutional rights.
Or whether pseudoephedrine overregulation will actually work. Just one-fifth of the meth in this country is domestically produced, which means this law will do almost nothing to combat meth use. There is always a way for the motivated druggie to get more drugs — in the case of meth, from Mexico (whose organized crime has gotten quite a shot in the arm, so to speak, from efforts to curb domestic production, according to the New York Times), or by purchasing the ingredients on the Internet.
This, as usual, does nothing to curb the demand for illegal drugs. And, as always, the Law of Unintended Consequences applies: Burglaries in one Iowa county “skyrocketed,” according to the New York Times, after a state crackdown on large meth labs, since what cost $50 to make on a stovetop ended up costing $800 to $1,500 on the street. And the more profit there is in an illegal activity, the more incentive there is to commit crime to support or fund that illegal activity.
Using the same logic, the state should ban alcoholic beverages, since alcohol leads to drunk driving. Then again, perhaps I shouldn’t have written that, since a Missouri legislator in 2007 proposed similarly heavily regulating a key ingredient in crack cocaine … baking soda.
This is an issue of the trade-offs between societal liberty and safety (which has been happening since before 9/11, but has been more noticeable since 9/11) more than the personal freedom to use the controlled substance of your choice. It is also an issue of the effectiveness of those trade-offs. Infringing on everyone’s liberty to not particularly improve safety is not a trade-off we should be making.