Earlier this morning, at two minutes, three seconds after 1:00am, the time and date was 01:02:03 04-05-06. What no buildup across the public e-mail broadcast system? Where is the end of the world doomsayers? (Rastafarians and Rastamules get passed on this go around since the number 7 was not applicable-double entendre.) I can only determine that these guys fell asleep at the wheel or the “Numbers 1 through 6 Game” is not as sexy to sell as the “Y2K Bug”. Or maybe it is because after the “Y2K” let down we are just now finally finishing our surplus of canned goods-we so carefully stored in the pantry without any electronic products in the vicinity-and are left a little jaded still after six-years. Regardless, I am really addicted to the urban legends of mis-information that people send around and I, for one, need a little Nostradamus, good luck forwards, hyped by words of doomed consequences if not forwarded to at least 10 people within the next 5 minutes. (Photo of Count Von Count courtesy of Morrison productions) I guess since the rest of the world is sleeping on this, I will have to give it the "old college try"...
Nostradamus' Quatrain #940 as translated by J. Trabert
In the 16th Century, Michel de Nostradame-better known to the modern world as Nostradamus-predicted in his poetic, yet cryptic antepenultimate quatrain (940/942) that, “On the day the world would age to the first six numerical digits of the mathematical apothecaries developed by Carlos de Norris, a state named Taxachusetts will provide universal medical coverage. A great mendacious elephant will receive a “Delayed” anathema for his legerdemain-recreant to the people and representing a diaphanous political party. A lascivious attraction of J. Trabert (a writer for the pervious political web-log the Bushido) shall announce her departure from one set of three to another set of three to host her own show. Although saddened JET will no longer awaken to Couric, there is always Squawkbox’s Becky Quick to take her place guiding us through the exchange where P-Diddy Combs was late to ring the opening bell.
Le Partie!
Finally, The Bushido who lives with another man-not in the gay sense like Ben Affleck and Matt Damon-just in the straight since like Trabert and Jamie Mellen (known as the Mel) will share a birthday with his current amorous attraction the following Monday, which will correspond to the current model of a small gauge shotgun (4/10). There shall be a great festival to celebrate the birth of the Mel and Jess on Saturday-Bushido BBQ, burgers, brews, dogs, etc-starting @ 6 pm. Please join us in the festivities. Signed Michel de Nostradamus…
If you read this post 3-times and tell a friend; you will magically have the strength of a Puma, the reflexes of a cat and the wisdom of a man.
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