The Apocalyse Boosters

DOOM HAUNTS the end of the twentieth century. Cocktail parties in Georgetown, Santa Monica, and Manhattan are suffused with a fin-de-millennium air. The unwary partygoer will encounter fanatics determined to avert the apocalypse through the proper rituals. If only Americans will use cloth diapers, nonophosphate detergents, cosmetics not tested on animals, and eat environmentally sound ice cream (Rainforest Crunch) from Ben and Jerry’s, then maybe a few righteous souls will survive the coming holocaust.

If anyone suggests that the end is not nigh, he is treated as though he had told a Southern Baptist convention that promiscuous homosexuality is not a sin. To remind people that most commodities are cheaper than ever before in history, that worldwide the human lifespan grows ever longer, and that supplies of food grow ever more abundant is, well, impolite.

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Ronald Bailey

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DOOM HAUNTS the end of the twentieth century. Cocktail parties in Georgetown, Santa Monica, and Manhattan are suffused with a fin-de-millennium air. The unwary partygoer will encounter fanatics determined to avert the apocalypse through the proper rituals. If only Americans will use cloth diapers, nonophosphate detergents, cosmetics not tested on animals, and eat environmentally sound ice cream (Rainforest Crunch) from Ben and Jerry’s, then maybe a few righteous souls will survive the coming holocaust.

If anyone suggests that the end is not nigh, he is treated as though he had told a Southern Baptist convention that promiscuous homosexuality is not a sin. To remind people that most commodities are cheaper than ever before in history, that worldwide the human lifespan grows ever longer, and that supplies of food grow ever more abundant is, well, impolite.