Armageddon It, Are You Getting It

Seven years ago I wrote, probably naked, thusly:

There’s a creepy part of the whole Christian side of things, that every “real” Christian honestly believes The Rapture will occur in their lifetime. “Of COURSE the world will end and Jesus will come back while I’m here; why else am I a super-Christian? Why else am I going to church? What’s Neil Diamond doing here?”

As well as:

they're even MORE offended to think that the world would come to a final, dramatic end without them. As if they weren't invited to the ultimate party. Chagrined! No "true believer" when asked when the end of the world will come ever says "oh, millions of years from now;" they always say "oh yeah, April!!!!"

Article HERE on the phenomenon on why we love Apocalypse:

These yarns about God’s judgment and the end of days also contain a powerful current of wishful thinking, of the urge toward destruction that Freud called the “death-drive.” Every fear hides a wish, as David Mamet observed in a play about a racist homophobe who ends up as the cellmate and lover of an African-American man. In Paul Schrader’s screenplay for “Taxi Driver,” a central text of the postmodern age, Travis Bickle longs for the day when “a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets,” and he’s not excluding himself from the category of scum.

On a side note...Filmvetter reviews Taxi Driver.