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Dean Barnett, writing at Hugh Hewitt’s analyzes the Apocalypse that didn’t happen yesterday. I was slightly aware that the crazy nutter running Iran had made some threats that something Evil this Way Comes on August 22nd but my days have been so busy lately, I didn’t have time to get goosebumps. So, thanks to Dean Barnett for explaining how it went yesterday. He played golf with his cell phone nearby just in case the Hidden Imam made his appearance.

A friend and I exchanged emails last night about how stupid this all was. What was particularly off-putting about it was the “boy who cried wolf” nature of the situation. What made it especially upsetting is that a lot of the most respected and intelligent residents of the blogosphere bought into this silliness.

So I was planning on spending the day monitoring the big fat nothing that I knew was going to happen today. The fact that Iran had singled out August 22 as a day of special significance meant it was the one day on the calendar we could be sure nothing would happen.

But instead, I got an opportunity to play a round of golf at Salem Country Club, probably the second best track in greater Boston and the site of the U.S. Senior Open a few short years ago. So my decision came down to whether I should hang around the modem and bear witness to the non-apocalypse or play golf at a magnificent course. Even though my game is currently in the doldrums (although I remain a prohibitive favorite in the Townhall.com annual golf outing), the decision was a no-brainer. Besides, I had my cell phone with me – I figured if the apocalypse started happening (or if the Hidden Imam became unhidden), someone would let me know.

So Dean Barnett is right. Yesterday turned out to be a big fat nothing. But today some people who were predicting possible apocalyptic events happening yesterday are now embarrassed. But none of us should be complacent about the dangers we face if the nutters in Iran get into the nuclear bomb business. That is truly frightening.

I will never forget the day I learned about the atomic bomb. I was five years old, playing dress-up with my cousin, Jeanne at our grandparents house. My grandfather was watching the news on his black and white television and I noticed the “mushroom cloud” on the t.v.

I asked my grandfather what it was and he told me it was the atomic bomb that ended World War ll. “What is war?” I asked him. My grandfather was a man of few words so he made it simple for me.

I suppose my cousin and I went back to our dress-up but that was the first day I remember knowing about war and that my Uncle Max had come home safely from it.

ALLAHPUNDIT also has some choice words for those who were all hot and bothered about August 22nd.