Is this the day the world is supposed to end? Or is it tomorrow? Or was it yesterday?
In fact, all our yesterdays are the end of the world, at least as it was then.
Now, I’m not so up on my Mayan calendars, Sumerian planets, Aztec forecasters, Shang Dynasty bone-tossers, or other aspects of pseudo-science, conspiracy-mongering, and wish-fulfillment, all with a bogus historical overlay, since there are so many real things to be interested in, but I do believe that the canny Nosostrosdamme, predicted all this in his seminal Illic ‘potator natus perparvis of 1436.
[Editor's Note: Your intrepid blogger, throwing chance to the wind, filed this story a couple of weeks ago. Hedging our bets, we on the editorial staff have waited until it's Saturday on the other side of the date line -- how are things in Pago Pago? -- before saying: everybody can STFU about pseudo-Mayan bullshit, already.]