The Doomsday Mulligan
Maybe God was too busy on Saturday placing bets on the Preakness (I'll give you 5-to-1 He picked Shackleford but, unfortunately, had Dialed In for the exacta). Or maybe He just forgot to end the world. But if anyone deserves a mulligan it's God. The same however does not go for Harold Camping, the doomsday charlatan who used his once-per-round mulligan back in 1994.
Camping is determined to prove himself the Donald Trump of the evangelical set with bluster, an unfettered sense of self-importance, and a blind faith that he -- and he alone -- knows how to save (and/or destroy) the world.
Am I the only one hoping that Camping tosses his name into the motley crew of Republican presidential candidates? It sure would make for a fun campaign.
Camping is determined to prove himself the Donald Trump of the evangelical set with bluster, an unfettered sense of self-importance, and a blind faith that he -- and he alone -- knows how to save (and/or destroy) the world.
Am I the only one hoping that Camping tosses his name into the motley crew of Republican presidential candidates? It sure would make for a fun campaign.
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