So this asshole by the name of Harold Camping wants to buy a fucking private jet or a bigger yacht or something, and he's predicting the rapture for next Saturday.
Follow the money. This asshole already did that once in 1992 when he wrote a book called 1994. And another time besides that. I don't care about the timeline because I'm not a dumbass. When someone tells me the end is coming I tell them that it'd better be coming on their mom's face or the hell they are going to will seem like heaven compared to the hell I'm about to put them through. After that, they just shut up.
If you really believe that you're gonna get raptured on Saturday, you are truly a retard in every level and permutation of the word, and fuck you for donating your money to this cultist swindler. Maybe someone will take pity on you; but I will MOST DEFINITELY NOT.
Be assured that when your wife comes begging to me for money, I will offer her $10 to have sex with her, and I will fill her full of semen, because you might be a good Christian; but if you donate all your possessions to a charlatan, you are a piss poor human being, and I will be fucking all y'alls wives and your children will call me papa.
Fuck you zealots
Mag;)
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