Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez said we only have 14 years left before global warming makes the Earth uninhabitable, but she made that claim 4 years ago so we only have a decade before doomsday. As it turns out, AOC was way off. A climate activist chained herself to the net at the French Open and said we only have 1028 days left. At this point, I see no point in paying taxes or taking out the garbage anymore.
Here’s something from The NY Post that probably could have made it in tomorrow’s The Week in WTF?:
The second men’s singles semifinal between Casper Ruud and Marin Čilić was temporarily suspended at the French Open on Friday when a protester rushed the net.
The woman appeared to tie herself to the net by a necklace of some sort and sat on the clay court in a white t-shirt that read: “We have 1028 days left.”
“We’ve got an interloper on the court,” the commentator said as the situation unfolded on the live broadcast. “Security in black sport coats is out to protect.”
The woman was eventually detached from the net and carried off the court by a number of security officers.
That’s an oddly specific number for a doomsday prediction. 1028 is a little less than 3 years and after some math and calendar work, I’ve figured out that the world ends on March 27, 2025. The good news is we’ll still get St. Patrick’s Day in, plus I have a mid-March B-Day, so I’m good.
The other odd thing is why this bunny-hugging granola-muncher thinks chaining herself to the net is going to somehow save the planet.
If Al Gore is right about global warming, and he’s not, having less that 3 years to turn things around isn’t enough time. It’s too late to stop the destruction of the planet according to the Climate Change Cult’s “science” and timeline.
Personally, I’m fine with this. If we know the world ends on March 27, 2025 we can really let loose and have some fun. Sure, there will be a period of fear and disbelief, but once we accept that it is inevitable, we can enjoy our time left.
F*ck paying my mortgage and f*ck wearing a mask. F*ck public drunkeness laws and f*ck those “no shirt, no shoes, no service” signs.
I’m gonna rack up as much credit card debt as possible. I’m going to have bacon with every meal and start my day drinking around 7am.
I’m going pick my nose in public and wipe my boogers on the windshields of cars with Biden/Harris bumper stickers. I’m going barf on people in Starbucks and fart on patrons of vegan restaurants.
I’m going to snort coke off the tits of a hot prostitute who is naked on top of Nancy Pelosi husband’s Porsche. Then I’m going take the Porsche and do donuts on Nancy’s face.
The only problem with this is, on the off-chance that climate change kooks are wrong about doomsday, there will be some serious consequences for my actions. According Al Gore, inventor of global warming, the ice caps were supposed to gone 10 years ago and the entire East Coast was supposed to be underwater.
It’s probably better if I continue to live my life responsibly, which now that I’ve written out these things, kind of sucks.
