The end of the world as we know it

Speaking of religion, most people have probably heard the rumor that the end of the world or the rapture (I’m aware that they’re two different things) is going to take place on May 21. The LA Times has an interesting article on people offering services for a post-rapture world, including taking care of pets who are “left behind.”

Some of the ventures hawking post-rapture services don’t pretend to be operated by believers. Eternal Earth-Bound Pets, which promises to care for pets left behind, is run by avowed atheists.

“Is this a joke?” That’s question No. 1 on the site’s list of frequently asked questions.

“No” is the answer. “This is a serious offer to our Christian friends who believe in the Second Coming and honestly care about the future of their pets after the Rapture occurs.”

Bart Centre, the New Hampshire retiree who runs Eternal Earth-Bound Pets, said he simply wants to make a buck.

“I saw dollar signs, because no one has more pets per capita and more rapture-believing Christians than the good old U.S.A.,” he said.

There’s a picture of a funny dog at the link. At this point, it seems entirely possible that God has given up on the human species, and will only accept pets into heaven.

1 Response to “The end of the world as we know it”

  1. John Saleeby

    Wait a minute? The Rapture? Remember that Blondie record “Rapture”? About The Man From Mars who gave up Bars and now he only eats Guitars? Sounds to me like this Saturday we are going to attacked by The Man From Mars! Debbie Harry knows her shit! Look out, Motherfuckers! Stay away from the Bars and throw out the Guitars! Shit! Whoa! Ouch!

    I was looking for a Deep Purple CD in my Living Room and found a North Mississippi All Stars CD! Ain’t that some shit? Produced by Jim Dickinson (He died last year and we’re still bummed out) with his kids playing guitar and drums (They broke up the All Stars a few years after making this CD but . . . Get ready for this . . . On his Deathbed Jim told his Boys that they should get back together . . . I’m all choked up . . . ). Anyway, it’s a pretty good CD and I’m glad they’re playing together again. I mean, what the fuck, one of those poor guys was playing with The Black Crowes, for God’s sake. Anything’s better than that. Workin’ at Wendy’s is better then that. Shit.