I knew it was a matter of time. And it’s just about on time.
  Y2K was supposed to be the "end of time" or the end of something or other.
   I remember shopping in a surplus store last New Years Eve. While rummaging around in the military gear of several small countries one guy asked me if I was stocking up for Y2K.
   "No," I told him, "Liberal season." At least he gave me a knowing smile.
   So today I got an email from the "American Patriot Friends Network", who ever and where ever they are. I’m pretty sure I never subscribed to that list and I’m also pretty sure I’ve asked them more than once to take me off their list.
   Now on occasion they send out some interesting and useful items. I’m even prepared to say on the balance that most of what they forward or originate, some of which I forward, is useful. But they also send a little more than their share of crap.
   So today’s message from the Apocalypse Center started out by telling me the world is in worse shape than it’s ever been. Ok, so that’s news to me. The second part of the message told me I needed to look into overseas investments. Most of my investments are in heavy metals, but no matter.
   But neither of those were the major reason for my rant. They’ve set another "date."
   It looks as if Y2K and 5-5-2000 and which ever ones I missed weren’t enough. The end is coming this October, or they’re rolling the tanks this October, or they’re collapsing the economy this October, or they’re going to have a fall barbecue maybe. I forget.
   October is a popular month. In 1994 when I first started looking into all this madness and attended a rally in Nashville, Tenn., one veteran member of the "Patriot" movement told me it was all "gonna’ come down in October."
   Well I’ve fought this so far bloodless conflict through six Octobers, a March date or two, a June or two I think, and probably every other month on the calendar at one time or another was supposed to host a "juggernaut", an asteroid strike, a stock market collapse, a chemical/biological attack or the old standard: "Clinton’s gonna’ declare martial law," for some reason or t’other.
   A lot of miss-led people are looking for white tanks and blue helmets in the streets while the "Liberal" freaks occupy our news rooms, classrooms, corporate boardrooms, and elected, hired and appointed public offices.
   They’re not going to roll the tanks. They know they don’t have to. They just have to keep telling the same lies long enough and often enough and they think that eventually enough of the hogs will have their noses deep enough in the trough to never notice when their turn with the butcher comes up.
   I fear they are right. They want the "right wingers" running around pointing at the sky looking for black helicopters, contrails and white UFOs with "UN" painted on their sides that are piloted by little gray guys with blue helmets. I hope their ray guns aren’t semi-auto ‘cause Janet will be after them.
   Of course millions of Christians are sitting on their fat duffs waiting for the big beam up. Who am I to say for sure that won’t happen? Regardless of whether it does or not it’s one of their better excuses for sitting on their fat lazy duffs while their children grow up in a growing police state. After all if Johnny isn’t gonna’ be here why worry about whether or not he’ll be free, much less literate?
   Who am I to say they aren’t gonna’ roll the tanks, establish martial law, or rapture all the "good" people out? As far as I’m concerned the "rapture" that we’ve been expecting all my life will take the most useless among us. As for the contrail watchers and UFO observers: let me know when the barbecue is done.