Post-armageddon party

Wow, what a crazy beautiful world we live in you quietly think to your self. Yeah, the world has shifted quite a bit since that rapture deal went down. You never believed it would happen. I mean, come on, loonies have been predicting the apocalyse for the past two thousand years so who could take that spiel seriously? Anyway, your riding first class in a jet to a post-armageddon party in Paris. The whole planet has been non-stop partying since all of the doomsayers got yanked. I guess there's a God after all you think. First, it was like one giant free clothes giveaway. What an enormous variety of shoes you had to choose from. You must have over 10 pairs of Air Jordans now. Looking back on it now, its kind of been like one endless miracle or maybe just a whole bunch strung together.

You're not the kind of guy to go to Vegas but there you were. Plus, you were in a casino. Go figure. Anyway, what could have been more absurd than seeing that Vegas had odds for what time the rapture thing would happen? Well, I guess betting on it was even more absurd. Some how you guessed the right time and now you're rich. You made a fortune off the rapture. The next miracle is even better. The planet is much better off without these provincial evangelical types. The whole world has breathed a collective sigh of relief. The whole energy shortage fraud has come to light and the pollution index is dropping like crazy. The manufactured war in Israel ended immediately. Humans now have a chance to focus their energy on exploration, education and artistic expression instead of torture and destruction.