Notes from JWR:
The Dawning of the Day of Discarnate Discomfiture. Well, golly gee, it is December 22, 2012, and to the chagrin of some, the world didn’t come to an end yesterday. The sun did rise in the East this morning, the magnetic poles did not reverse, Yellowstone didn’t go ka-boom, the atmosphere was not ripped from the Earth by the passing of that allegedly-so-sneaky-that-even-astronomers-can’t-see-it Nibiru, and Woody Harrelson didn’t get his life-imitates-art “I told you so” close-up. The crystal channeling New Agers have now had their equivalent of Y2K. What is the real meaning December 22, 2012? I would say that …