The time came, the time passed and, as predicted (and despite what was "foretold"), nothing happened. No zombies rose from their graves, no hordes of vampires suddenly realized they were immune to sunlight and/or fire to swoop down on the unsuspecting populace and suck them dry. Aliens, earthquakes, gods, floods, and all the plethora of disasters natural and un-, failed to make their presence felt.
What did happen was that people died. There are rebellions, revolts, civil wars, accidents, murders, old age, disease, and a whole lot of other things that make the world as we know it end...one person at a time. Then again today a new generation was born.
I'm not trying to minimize the emotional investment of the people that believed with every bone in their body that the Mayans were correct in their countdown until their own personal 'big it'. I'm furious with all the doom-sayers, quacks, charlatans, pseudo-scientists, and complete idiots that have turned what was supposed to be a transition form one era to the next for one people into a money-making, panic-inducing, and utterly disgusting fiasco.
Enough about that, though. I hope you had a good day, and an even better weekend.
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