If you look hard enough, you can find an upside to almost anything, even the End of Days.
If Harold Camping and his disciples are right, and Rapture arrives tomorrow afternoon, then those of us sure to be left behind won’t have to put up with those irritating holier-than-thou types anymore. We can spend the three-hundred-odd days left to us reading Darwin’s Origin of Species and doing some good honest sinnin’ without the self-righteous legislating morality into our lives through their minions in the Republican Party.
We’ll be able to do what we want with whomever we want in our own bedrooms and marry anybody we want, regardless of the other person’s gender. Women will have unfettered access to abortions, if they find them necessary, without the morality police prying into their personal lives.
Schoolchildren in Kansas and other states will no longer be forced to listen to fairy tales in biology class. Sex education classes will be readily available to teenagers, which will severely cut down on unwanted pregnancies. Qurans won’t be burned or shredded.
We’ll be able to run through the entire dial on our car radios, and the complete gamut of cable channels on our TVs, without encountering a single evangelist attempting to convince us to send him money.
Since those of us remaining after the Rapture will be beyond redemption, there will be no purpose for organized religion. Man will⎯for that last blessed year⎯live in harmony with his brethren, free from the compulsion to either impose his particular brand of communicating with God upon his neighbors, or to kill them trying.
Yes, there’s definitely a silver lining to be found here. I’m actually looking forward to it. Bring it on, I say.