If the Maya are right, we all have a week to live.
Of course, the Maya are almost surely wrong, and it’s scientifically dubious to believe that a clerical discrepancy by an ancient civilization would translate to a doomsday prophecy.
But that doesn’t mean we who believe in rational thought can’t use this moment to weed out a few of our fellow Earthlings to whom rational thought is a foreign concept.
It’s not exactly a new idea. The late, great Douglas Adams wrote about it in The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, the second in his Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy book series.
In the book, our heroes, Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect, find themselves on a ship populated by telephone sanitizers, hairdressers, marketing executives and other less-than-useful members of the planet Golgafrincham’s society.
The Golgafrinchams came up with the idea of putting all of their useless population on a spaceship, telling them the planet was on the verge of destruction and that three ships would be constructed to rescue the whole population — with the thinkers and leaders on the “A Ark,” the laborers and workers on the “C Ark” and the middle-management types on the “B Ark.” The “B Ark” left first, never knowing that no other ships left Golgafrincham.
So maybe we could set up a similar scenario and persuade some of our not-so-bright members of society to escape Earth before the Maya’s prophecy comes to pass.
We’ve only got a week, so we have to move fast.
The first step will be finding someone rich enough and stupid enough to bankroll the thing. I recommend Donald Trump, who showed during the recent election season an uncanny ability to swallow any idiotic conspiracy theory.
While Trump’s busy building the ship, let’s start making a list of the people who should get a ticket to ride.
Here’s my partial list:
• The cast of “Jersey Shore.”
• Honey Boo Boo, and the rest of her family to keep her company.
• The programmers of TLC who decided the world needed to meet Honey Boo Boo.
• “The Real Housewives” of wherever.
• Those Australian radio hosts who prank-called that poor nurse at the British hospital where Kate Middleton was being treated.
• Any radio “personality” who would prank-call anybody.
• Fox News “analysts” Karl Rove and Dick Morris — and, to be fair, Ed Schultz and Lawrence O’Donnell from MSNBC to keep them company.
• The next Hollywood executive who says “yes” to whatever Adam Sandler has scrawled on a cocktail napkin.
• Any Utah legislator who can’t tell the difference between a bar and a restaurant.
• Movie bloggers who wrote more than 5,000 words about the new “Man of Steel” trailer.
• Charlie Sheen.
• Howard Stern.
• Kanye West.
• Simon Cowell. (It’s time.)
• Whitney Cummings.
• Unpaid grammar Nazis. (Paid grammar Nazis, some of whom I call my friends and colleagues, are the backbone of civilization and will be allowed to stay.)
• The airline executive who came up with the idea of charging $3.99 to watch TV on a 90-minute flight.
• The retail executive who devised the plan to start the Black Friday sales on Thanksgiving evening.
• College football marketing experts who persuade teams to dress all in black.
• Anyone who is mean to small animals or children.
• Anyone who, upon seeing a tragedy on the news, strives to be the first one on Twitter to make a tasteless joke about that tragedy.
• Columnists who throw together a lame list just before deadline. (Oh, wait. …)
Who’s on your list for the maiden voyage of Starship Trump? Email me with your nominees, or leave them in the comments below.
Sean P. Meanswrites The Cricket in daily blog form at www.sltrib.com/blogs/moviecricket. Follow him on Twitter @moviecricket, or on Facebook at www.facebook.com/seanpmeans. Email him at firstname.lastname@example.org.