There could hardly have been a period in the whole of human history when so much rubbish was spoken in the name of 'doom' or 'conspiracy'.
Some of the things I am asked to believe are, frankly, worthy of the lunatic asylum. Others just so silly that I cannot help but laugh.
The current favourite amongst the Mumbo-Jumbo squad is 2012. It seems that on December 21st 2012 the world will end.
Well, I'm going to hold a big Winter Solstice party in 2012, and at midnight we'll drink vast amounts of sparkling wines, eat several roasted fowl, and laugh till our sides ache. It hardly matters if people like David Icke are made to look like fools (the world already knows that they are), but unfortunately the anonymous internet pundits of doom will always remain anonymous, and quite understandably, on the 22nd, will claim innocence.
I would like to take this opportunity to guarantee (especially to the young-n-gullible), that the world WILL NOT END on December 21st 2012. So keep making your long-term plans.
I bet someone, somewhere, is making a bundle of cash out of this. Any ideas of how to get some into the Magnon Coffers would be gratefully accepted.