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Thursday, November 5, 2009
Where is all of that damn doom you promised?
Over at Chicago Boyz, James Rummel says it for many of us oldsters. Chicken Little jaded us many times over; we have heard it all before.
Experts, please, give us some real end-of -the-world action soon or shut the hell up and quit boring us with your flaccid predictions. We can't wait forever.
My money is on the Large Hadron Collider creating a black hole that sucks us all in. Everything began with the “Big Bang”; everything will end with the “Big Suck.” The Large Hadron Collider experiment will prove the one theory we all agree with, “life sucks and then you die.”