I found an article on a local website last night, noting a few … well … people I guess … were stocking up supplies for the end of the world, coming up in Wacko Land on Friday.
If the world is going to come to an end, why stock up? You won’t be here. Unless you can take canned goods and gold nuggets and your tinfoil hats into the afterlife, that stuff will become pointless at best.
But then, I was walking through the Christmas Forest of Wonderland and found this creature – the Abominable Snowman of the North: