For a year he was convinced the World Was Coming To An End on May 21, 2011. He was out on the Berkeley campus every day with a little chalkboard counting down the days. Starting at 365. 364. 363. And so forth . . . When he got down to zero he disappeared for awhile. Eventually he slunk back to the campus, in the face of much mockery and abuse. Undeterred, he came up with a new date for the End of the World. And started yet another countdown with his chalkboard. Ha ha. . . Like they say: “Winners never quit.”
I tried to explain to him once: “Jesus and Yoshua? It’s like water and agua. They call it ‘agua’ in Mexico. And we call it ‘water’ here. But it’s the same substance.”
He looked at me earnestly and said: “You’ll think differently when you’re rotting in Hell.”
Shows you what he knows. I’m going to Hades.