I wonder if Harold Camping has killed himself yet. In fact, if he hasn't already, I would suggest that his next plan of action should be to kick start the rapture himself by sticking a 9 mm in his mouth.
How embarrassing to be living in the 21st century with this kind of superstitious claptrap still going on.
I reckon that if Camping had promised the ZZ Top car to show up and that hot chicks were going to get out and whisk them all away, there'd still be idiots standing in their driveways with suitcases clutched tightly in hands.
That, at least, might be a nice delusion, although undoubtedly way more disappointing when you realise the girls aren't gonna show.