Yes, it's June 12 - and if it isn't where you are, it soon will be.
Nuclear Armageddon launches today - in the fevered mind of Yisrayl Hawkins.
Then tomorrow is Friday the thirteenth!
It seems there has been a surfeit of nutburgers sizzling on the barbie lately. This in a tradition which once advertised itself as "a crusade for sanity" (the title of a TW article circa 1972).
Pam Dewey reports in her book that Dizzy Yissy originally gloried in the name "Buffalo Bill Hawkins." His brother Jacob founded a "House of Yahweh" in some god-forsaken corner of Texas back in 1975. Later Bill would claim he and Jake were - surprise, surprise - the Two Witnesses, despite his brother rejecting the idea. Later Yissy would claim October 2000 as the date of Christ's return, with 80% of planet Earth's population wiped out by mid-2001. I wonder if he passed that on to Shimon Perez when he had his photo opportunity with him in November 1998? (see picture)
Today he had another shot at it. Darn, missed again!
I want to reassure the two or three readers who don't share a WCG background that Hawkins and Weinland don't represent the WCG mainstream of times past. Nor, of course, do James Tabor or Lester Grabbe. The truth was somewhere in the confused middle. Frankly, "Buffalo Bulldust" is an embarrassment. Joe Tkach must be thanking his lucky stars that nobody much remembers Hawkins' ties with WCG.
I'm not sure what could top the Weinland-Hawkins Apocalyptic Double Feature... where do you go once you've played the End of the Age card to a chorus of well-deserved raspberries?
Yisrayl knows the answer to that one: you hunch your shoulders and bluster on. It worked in 2000!
Jim West's take on the day (from which I flinched the title of this post) can be found here.