If you’ve ever exited a tube station in London and seen one of those crazy tramps in a home-made sandwich board fabricated from corrugated cardboard sporting the hastily penned words “the end of the world is nigh“, then you probably shrugged it off.
You may never have seen the tramp again and thought to yourself that the end of his world may well have been nigh – a diet of strongbow super and being studiously ignored by hundreds of thousands of people on a daily basis may have gradually caused him to disappear into non-existence.
America is, however, a land of opportunity, in which waffle-skinned tramp Harold Camping can predict that the world will end in two days and not be ignored. People may well pay him a good deal of heed, and possibly a fair amount of dollars. All dollars and no sense as they say.
Swigging liberally from a bottle of Moet and Chandon Super – the liquor tainted breath of the truly crazed rasping from between champagne stained lips, Harold gave me a second interview yesterday evening, less than 48 hours before he pails into insignificance and disappears in a puff of his own irrelevance.
If May 21st 2011 is not a significant date in your calendar yet, suffice it to say that it will be long forgotten in the due course of time in the same way it’s hard to remember what you had for breakfast 87 days ago.
You can read other interviews with Harold at nyMag.com and on YouTube.
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