I’m tired of being nice: how many times are these Rapture fuckwits going to be wrong and move the dates until they realise that they’re either genuinely going through something, or that grifting with definite dates is never a good idea?
If my literally, actually, diagnosed ß ass seeing numbers on a digital clock means nothing except I’m late again, your seeing a company with “on time” on its logo means even less, because you motherfuckers are supposed to be stone cold sane. And I cannot count how many times I have been told that all my physical problems (because the brain is a physical organ and my mental illness is that physical organ malfunctioning) would disappear if I just “turned to Jesus” (instantly assuming what my relationship to Jesus is, mind you!)