NostraDumbASS Harold Camping Fails To Predict Apocalypse a 3rd time

The third time was not a charm for Harold Camping, dubbed the NostraDumbA$$ False Prophet of 2011, who had predicted that the world would end today, after having notably failed to predict the Christian Rapture back on May 21st, 2011.  He had also previously predicted the world would end on September 7th, 1994.  However, NostraDumbA$$ may be laughing all the way to the bank, having raised $100 million of his follwers money to advertise the failed May 21st apocalypse, and another $80 million in donations between 2004-2009 on behalf of his "Family Radio".  Thus, Mr. Camping has managed to blow through $180 million dollars of his followers money, all based upon laughably bad preaching and predictions that seem to have no grounding in reality.  What do you want to bet that this charlatan will try for a fourth or a fifth time.  After all, the man is 90 years old.  What does he have to lose besides other people's money?

Sorry NostraDumbAss, The World Won't End October 21st, 2011

You may recall that the NostraDumbAss False Prophet of 2011, Harold Camping, proved that he was totally full of cRapture, when he predicted that the long-awaited Christian Rapture, would occur on May 21st, 2011.  Of course that date came and went, so NostraDumbAss did a  Bible Backstroke, and claimed that the world ended in a "spiritual sense" back in May, but that it would end in a physical sense in October 21st of this year.  Interestingly, this remarkably bad prophet was able to do a backstroke, but was unable to predict his own real stroke a month later.  And this is not the first time that Harold Camping has wrongly predicted the end of the world.
Given his total record of failure, and the 0% success rate of apocalypse predicters, in general, there is excellent reason to believe that he will continue to have a 0% success rate tomorrow, on October 21st, the new and improved date that he predicted the world would actually end. I would advise that you don't sell your house or spend your life savings this time like the NostraDipSh1ts who gave Harold Camping and his Family Radio $100 million to advertise the end of the world back in May.  God knows that is the safest bet you'll find anywhere in the universe tomorrow.

People died because of Harold Camping's BS

According to news reports, an obviously mentally disturbed believer named Lyn Benedetto attempted to cut the throats of her two daughters to spare them from the "apocalypse". The same report claims that an elderly Taiwanese man jumped out of a building to his death, believing that doomsday was near. Of course Harold Camping did not force these people to drink his Koolaid. However, his poisonous rhetoric, obsessed with the glorification of divine violence, was toxic enough to scare clearly unstable people into harming themselves and others.

Yet for Harold it is all just a game. He hasn't apologized, and instead of admitting that he was wrong, he has retreated back into infantile apologetics, claiming that God's judgment was spiritual and metaphorical, instead of literal. But the spiritual and the non-existent look very much alike. One wonders how Camping can tell that an invisible, spiritual event took place at all. The answer is, of course, that he cannot. He is lying like a five-year-old caught with his hand in the cookie jar, his face smeared with chocolate and cookie crumbs. Blaming the invisible ghost of Cookie Monster for the stolen cookies isn't likely to convince too many parents. His equally ridiculous religious excuses shouldn't persuade even the most eager of Christian believers.

Just remember that, after laughing at Camping, that some of you still believe that the "invisible Substance" of the Eucharist (in a non-detectable, non-physical, spiritual sense) becomes the "body and blood of Christ". The whole idea of the "soul" was invented when people realized that physical bodies just aren't durable enough to last forever, and certainly a physical body couldn't burn forever in hell. Think of all the completely undetectable things you believe in, including God himself, while you having your little chuckle at Harry Camping for being such a nut.