I watched another programme. This time it was about people that prepare for their 'ultimate destiny'. The day the world ends.
When I say prepare, I mean hoard foods like a squirrel with nuts, build bunkers stronger than a beaver builds a dam, and clean their homes and children harder than Miss Tiggywinkle cleans her burrow.
Surely being compared to the most crazy, paranoid creatures in the animal kingdom would be enough to shake you back into reality. But no. These people know better than scientists and astronauts, how the world and its universe came into existence and precisely how and well this existence shall cease. Any comparison to another mammal would only egg them into building an ark to prepare the animal kingdom too. Protect the food chain. Maintain the protein stock. Ludicrous, but also completely sensical at the same time.
It's like these people know something we don't. If you let it get to you, you end up thinking, "Wow! Better hoard some rice. Build a house 5,000 feet above sea level with plenty of firewood."
Or you could watch them and think that they are completely wasting their entire lives waiting for the time they have to fight for it. These guys don't realise that the 'life' they are fighting for is no more than mere existence. An existence based on fear and paranoia. Who'd want to fight for that? Class A drugs are illegal for precisely those reasons.
There was a talk-over lady in this programme. She said that some scientists have declared these people the only people to survive, if such terrible circumstances were to actually arise. What a shocking state of affairs. We can't have aliens landing and meeting the ambassadors for the Human Race wearing gas masks and carrying squirrels in ziplock sandwich bags. We will be the laughing stock of the universe.
So it gets me thinking. There must be something we can do to stop this. To protect our reputation, our world, reality, normality. We need to capture them. All of these people. We need to create what they are dreading (or craving). And let them have it (As a gift of course). It would be a bit expensive creating all the pretend tsunamis and buying off terrorists etc. and I'm not sure how to pretend a polar shifting off its axis type thing that Mr O'Brien from Florida warned me about. But it would save us all a lot of anxiety and worry.
I know I think they're crazy and all, but really... When I REALLY think about it. There's a country. Korea I think. That people say we all should be very pleasant to and ridiculously careful of because the people there have nuclear powers. So I assume, with this level of weirdness, keeping away is probably going to be plan A in anyone's ring binder planner of plans.
I have heard of people catching radiation beams and getting ill and their brain rotting etc. but they look OK on the outside. But it's contagious. They can send the beams to you and you wouldn't know until your liver leaked out.
Koreans (if that's even the right country) have nuclear powers. As I don't know why, but newsreaders seem more scared of nuclear than of radiation. So what will it do? When a Korean man comes to England, decides he likes the look of Bournemouth and he'd quite like to see a football match. He waves his nuclear arms around shooting ions and protons or whatever at other hooligans. Then they go home and kiss their wives and children and mothers and pets. Fido and Kitty give it to Rover and Tiddles, who sneezes on a chaffinch that migrates to Sweden and gives it to a yak. Before you know it, the world and its bullfrog are riddled with nuclear mess and are dissolving left right and centre without knowledge.
Who's prepared for that? If you tell me YOU are, I'll bet you my latex gloves and sanitizer that your lying.
The point it has taken me far too long to make, is that I realised tonight... I don't want to waste my life trying to predict the future and prepare myself for it. I'd like to live right here and now and catch my nuclear flu quietly and hopefully die quite quickly and painlessly... If it even happens.
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