The Month of Injustice marathon continues over at Huggy Bloggers Dot Com. Never have so many done so little for so few. But not me. Noooooo sirreee! I've been posting several blogs a week now aimed at combatting injustice, real or imagined. And it's time I draw your attention to the mother of injustices - and I'm not talking about Chelle B.
Shave my feathers and call me Chicken Little but were you aware the world was coming to an end? Well pluck me! How unjust is that? The apocalypse is upon us - you, me and the four horses you rode in on.
I'm talking about 2012.
OMG, it's the end of the world!
Here's the synopsis of the movie 2012 that hit theatres last week, where art supposedly imitates life:
Never before has a date in history been so significant to so many cultures, so many religions, scientists and governments. '2012' is an epic adventure about a global cataclysm that brings an end to the world and tells of the heroic struggle of the survivors.
And here's an overview from Wikipedia on the year 2012, where life supposedly influences art:
The 2012 phenomenon comprises a range of eschatological beliefs and proposals, which posit that cataclysmic or transformative events will occur on or around December 21, in the year 2012, which is said to be the end of a 5,125 year-long Mayan Long Count calendar. These beliefs may derive in part from archaeoastronomical speculation, alternative interpretations of mythology, numerological constructions, or alleged prophecies from extraterrestrial beings.
Holy poop, sounds serious. We have to do something to prevent the injustice of such an apocalypse.
And my wife may want to re-think what she said to me the other day.
"Oh Dufus, you're only turning 60 in 2012. It's not the end of the world"
Yeah, right! Thanks, hon.