Apparently The Great Comet of 1680 was only one piece of a comet that broke apart.
Another piece is incoming:
But, seeing as how tomorrow (12/12/2012) is the day the world ends, I guess this will be my last post.
Oh, wait. It’s already tomorrow in Australia, and there’s no story on Google news about them all being dead.
According to Wired.
I can’t understand being so angry at my mother that I shoot her in the face several times as she sleeps. I can’t understand it, but just for the sake of argument let’s say I can. I mean, spouses shoot spouses, kids have definitely shot parents before. It’s happened, so just because I can’t understand it, it happens. So, even though I can’t understand it, I can speculate that rage might drive it. A temporary emotional state that seems “right” at the time, but I can’t understand that temporary emotional state leading to the planning of more killing.
My ability to comprehend what that fucker in Newtown did ends, now, but let’s, just for the sake of argument, say that I can see why I can understand why the next bright idea to pop in his head was to drive to the local elementary school and kill a bunch of kids. That took time, planning, time to think. “Hey, I’m going to prison for this. I may as well take a bunch of kids with me.”
I start to feel a little sick to my stomach at this point, but it gets worse.
…that our President’s mom chose to name him “Barack Hussein” and not “
Birmingham Albert”, because had she named him that we’d be referring to President Birmingham “Al” Obama.
Interesting commentary by Popular Mechanics.