Tune the FM in to static and pretend that it's the sea...

Why do some people think that because the Mayan calendar ends on December 21, 2012, that that is when the world is going to end? Why do people think there needs to be any significance to that date at all? I mean, of course the calendar came to an end. Were the Mayans supposed to keep working on the calendar forever? Just keep plotting stuff far off into the future? My guess is they probably thought we'd be long gone before 2012 anyway. Humans are notoriously bad at predicting the future - according to 1973, I should have a jetpack and be living in a dome on the moon with robot women that love me unconditionally. But no. I'm sitting in my basement here on crummy earth, alone. But this isn't about my complete lack of a love life. This is about the Mayans.

Here's what I think: some guy was working on the calendar. Then... he stopped. Why? Pick your reason - he died, he got bored, he got promoted, he got demoted, he scammed the calendar company out of a bunch of money through shifty tax methods and got sacrificed to... Olmec, or whatever. I personally think that the guy's wife divorced him, and his alcoholism kicked in which meant he was forced to stop work on the calendar. And since he was the only one who knew what he was doing, no one else could pick up where he left off.

Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go
Someone's always trying to tell them
Something they already know
So their anger and resentment flow

But don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio

You know, the Sheriff's got his problems too
He will surely take them out on you
In walked the village idiot and his face was all aglow
He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's Radio

Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio

Everybody's desperate trying to make ends meet
Work all day, still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat
Alas, their lives are incomplete

Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
~"Mohammed's Radio" by Warren Zevon