Yeah, you’re right. I probably shouldn’t be too worried about the skin of midwestern crooners with puffy lips and all of their musical talent below the neck. In other words, female singers made for video, not radio.

Considering the amount of joking I’m doing about this whole rapture thing, chances are I’d be left behind on my couch even if I did believe in such manufactured nonsense. (And I say that because it’s actually not in the bible – not the way these wackos talk about it. Read it sometime, it’s actually a pretty neat book.)

Still, if there is even a whiff of truth to it all, I’m going to be the guy looking for a stash of eczema cream because I can tell you now brothers and sisters, it is gonna be a scorcher.

Testify!