I REALLY NEEDED
from: CLICK HERE
I REMEMBER HEARING
that old ditty with words to the effect “… fire, not a flood, next time” and here I am, in the firing line with no fire extinguisher* .
C’mon in! We’re just getting warmed up!
SO WE HAVE JUST
five days left. Or is that six? Greenwich Mean Time or US Standard Time? Bugger … New Zealand time? (We kiwis lead the world in times, so I guess we go under the mallet first—the Aussies a close second—and after them: the rest of you heathens.)
So I visited the link—all very normal, but I didn’t suffer through the videos though. I find it hard to believe that even God could sneak a planet of Niburu size in close enough to pounce on us with no more warning than a web site.
But then again, anyone who could erase innocent dinosaurs without warning, and then later on pop off all those mammoths and stuff, creating and ending ice ages … brrrrr.
“Mr Argus, Sir?”
“Eek! Oh, it’s just you, Little Ollivia—”
“Sir, are you going to abandon Nick and embrace the Christian God?”
“Not at this stage, Child … I’ll take my chances along with them dinos.”
* Okay, I do have a fire extinguisher (but from that prophecy and ol’ Nick above it ain’t gonna be nowhere near up to the job). Brrrrr~!