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2012: End of Days?
By Antonio Aguilar
It’s almost here, the end of the world according to the Mayans apparently. Every channel I turn on has some mention of 2012, even in the commercials. Somehow I’m not buying in to it though. I’m not stockpiling food and weapons (not that there is anything wrong with that) and I’m certainly not investing in a bunker out in the middle of nowhere so that I can live off the grid.
Of course I have guns in my house, but that’s because I’m from Texas, ‘Murica, not because I’m expecting roving bands of starving people fleeing some polar shift or earth rotational change. I have a few other things around the house for safety sake in case something happens, but that’s more because I’ve lived through extensive power outages before and I want my family to be as comfortable as possible if there’s a huge ice storm that shuts things down for a few days.
Why am I not scared? Well, first of all, it’s not worth my time to be. Really, if the worst case scenario happened, I don’t think any amount of preparation would do much good. I would have to be living in a blast proof bunker in the heart of a mountain with food for a hundred years piled up to even feel half way safe if the world was coming to an end. Who has the money to buy into something like that? Any look at human society over the years will tell you that even something like that won’t always work. War is part of human nature so I’m sure that even small bunker communities could create problems for themselves all on their own without any help from the rest of the world.
Thanks to Wikipedia and personal experience, I know that humanity has expected the end many times over. The Romans thought that A.D. 634 was the end since they had a myth surrounding twelve eagles representing ten years each and 634 was the 120 year anniversary of Rome’s founding. It sounds very similar to the Mayan’s thirteen eras. Ever since the book of Revelation was written, Christians have tried to figure out when the events of it were happening, and we’ve apparently passed all of those several times over (never mind Jesus telling his apostles that not even he knew when he would return). Charles Manson sits in prison still, though the end of the world began in 1969 according to him. The Jehovah’s Witnesses put that date in 1975 so maybe there was something going on in the Hippie era (or maybe it was just the bad acid). Nostradamus put it a little closer to the current era, and even pinned down July of 1999 as being the end. I can’t remember what I was doing back then, but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t dodging meteors and tidal waves. Let’s not forget that somehow the grid is still up after Y2K, though so many people thought that it would go down and aircraft would fall right out of the sky.
Ah well, I’m not old enough to have been around for the apocalyptic events of the Counter Culture, but I lived through Nostradamus’ 1999, and Y2K, and all the other little ones that people though would end the world like the Large Hadron Collider. Nation of Islam and Ugandan predictions didn’t end us since then either. The world goes on and I’m sure we’ll see some new prediction on the morning of December 22, 2012 explaining how their math was off and the Nazca Lines actually put the end of the world somewhere in the next decade; or some mystical, undiscovered planet of the Sumerians will be making another pass near Earth a year after that. Who knows? As long as people like to be scared then there will be people to make money off of that fear. Me, I think I’ll just roll with the punches and get ready for the real apocalypse. The zombies are coming folks.