Load of scary-crap: Saturday's end of the world

I was at work when it started, judgement day 2011. I sat in the tearoom, alone, gripping my chair and my coffee, counting down the seconds till midnight, until the earthquakes began like a Mexican wave across the Earth as to keep in line with the time discrepancies. 12am hit then 1am hit, I went to bed at about 3am, and there was nothing. The only rumble I heard was my belly. (The late coffee's milk argued with my stomach.)
The next morning, I awoke, half expecting to see disrepair everywhere, power out, no television, and people screaming. Nope, I awoke to a text on my phone from a workmate asking what he had to do in the freezer that day.
Later, as I worked on my uni assignments, I wondered about those, particularly in America, religious nuts, and I use the term in the most derogatory sense of the word, who were hell-bent on predicting everyone's doom and attempting to scare the shit out of people; for what? Let's think back to what else they were saying? Oh yes: join us, pray, it's not too late, pray, join us... Seriously? Was it all just a recruitment drive? A big load of scary-crap to get new members? It's those freaks that give any religion a bad name. And who in any rational frame of mind would put their faith in them now?
I suppose on the upside, I get another year of life. What, haven't you heard? The end of the world is happening next year too! 21st December 2012. Mark it in your diary folks, and stock up on booze. If it is all going to end, at least you'll be pissed and laughing about it!

- CLM