In just over a week, on 21 December, it will be the glorious End of Times or it will be just over a week from today. Which is to be preferred?
Now I know we don’t get a vote, but we can air an opinion. Assuming the event will go off as planned1, and that we do not brave the Fiscal Cliff but instead careen headlong over the Edge of Doom, what are your thoughts?
My initial inclination was to vote Good Riddance. No more the endless toil of drumming up consulting! No more outlet malls! No more hip hop, acid rock, Beatles, Carpenters, or musak! More than a few who finally get their well deserved comeuppance. The end of cars, banks, tiny airline seats, IRS agents, and petty totalitarians like Hizzoner.
But then no more black pudding, Guinness, or whiskey either. No Mozart or Oscar Peterson or Bach. Quiet walks in the woods or along the quay in a light drizzle: gone! Cigars and pleasant conversation would be no more! All those books finally consumed! And what about cheese!
No, not good riddance, but a sad good bye. My first reasoning to throw the good out with the bad was wrong. The world being in a fallen state, the latter will always outnumber the former, but the good always outweighs the bad by an infinite amount.
Since we have assumed the Event will occur, my last feeling is one of melancholy regret.
But perhaps all this is brought on by my knowledge that I yet again have to squeeze my bulk into a seat designed for a super model on a diet and hurtle myself through space in a thin aluminum tube towards a destination I do not wish to be at. Sigh.
1This means those who argue “The Mayans were wrong!” cannot follow instructions and thus deserve oblivion.