Doomsday clock: 11:55 PM

[Mushy-pea]

Hello everyone. You might or might not have heard of these poeple, namely the Bulletin (of the Atomic Scientists):

http://www.thebulletin.org/minutes-to-midnight/

Their publications monitor how close humanity is to catastrophic destruction at our own hands and, (presumably to scare the hell out of us :p ) maintain a symbolic clock that represents this closeness. Midnight represents our destruction and they've just advanced the clock to 11:55 PM. Does anyone have some comments to make before we are all cruelly vaporised? If I sound flippant about this idea then let me say this: I guess I just finds the idea of humanity "destroying" itself somewhat funny :lol: . I mean come on, has anyone here watched Dr. Strangelove and not laughed themself silly?

Steven.

[Ancient Dragon]

Reminds me of The Planet of the Apes and Charlston Heston.

>>I guess I just finds the idea of humanity "destroying" itself somewhat funny
You can start laughing when Iran sends a nuke or two to Isreal. Iran is probably the only nation at the moment crazy enough to do that.

[John A]

Yes, but they didn't take daylight savings time into effect. By the time it gets to midnight, the clock will have already had to be set back by an hour. :p

But seriously, this thing sounds like the stupidest thing I've ever heard of. They're taking all the words of the crazy scientists to heart, and making their whole objective doom and gloom. Sheesh, I'll worry about these things when (or rather if) they happen!

[Ancient Dragon]

Oh! The Sky Is Falling! :eek: The Sky Is Falling. :eek: :mrgreen:

[jwenting]

those idiots still at it?
They've been saying at least once a year for the last decade that humanity (meaning the USA) is on the brink of destroying the world.

They're a bunch of far left loonies, noone but the equally far left press takes them seriously.

[mattyd]

2 Minutes Till Midnight by Iron Maiden

Kill for gain or shoot to maim?
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season.
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout "let the creatures out--
we'll show the unbelievers",
The napalm screams of human flames
On a primetime Nielsen feast...yeah!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat
and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine
and feed it with our babies.

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The body bags and little rags of children torn in two,
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune and the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.
Midnight... is all night...
Midnight... all night...