With your relentless rants of doom and death, you have become the mad man wearing a sandwich board, Chicken Little, and the little boy who cried wolf all rolled in to one. You are neither terrified, or interested in bringing the truth to anyone; you happiness lies in the sorrow and misfortune of others. Should you be correct in your rantings in any context, do you really think anyone will give a damn? If the clock is truly ticking, and time is running out, may there be a giant red X on your roof to show the way.
"I thought I'd get your theories, mock them, then embrace my own. The usual."