The mayan calendar has been around for a hundred years or so..it has every major world disaster, and it predicts the end of the world. December 21, 2011. The Mayan Calendar was made hundreds and thousands of years ago. The end of the world (that the Mayan Calendar predicts) is supposed to end with FIRE. NASA has just confirmed that a planent (planet X) is supposed to enter our solar system on December 21, 2011. The exact day the mayan’s predict is the end of the world. Planet X may come so close to the Earth that everything here will set a blaze. Thousands of people are predicted to die.

Look it up yourself.

What do you think about this?

The Mayan calendar is about 2500 years old, and was not updated or used for over 1000 years. The Maya civilization collapsed in the middle of one of their 400 year cycles.

It does not contain any major world disaster in it: It is just a series of numbers. And your fate is dominated by your telephone number, not by calender dates. It also does not predict the end of the world.

A New Age prophet (=people who had been able to afford drugs and no shower for years) claimed in the 1970s, that the Popol Vu, a mythic text of the Maya, claimed that the worlds creation will end on the end of the 13th Baktun. But that is wrong.

And the Popol Vu is, regarding it’s creation (Written down by catholic missionaries, 500 years after the end of the Maya culture from oral traditions of local natives), a very accurate text: Scientists lately found a series of caves below Maya cities, which exactly followed the Maya image of hell. The Maya would not wait for something like the end of the world, they would have made it themselves.

The rest of your text, which is based on this completely fictional content of the Popol Vu (The real Popol Vu has different stories), is thus completely fictional as well: The end of the world will not come.

NASA has not confirmed anything. They discovered an object, which is now used by Planet X proponents to claim, that Planet X exists. NASAs official announcement sounded like that:

It was speculated in that paper that the sources could be either a galaxy emitting much more infrared radiation relative to optical radiation than usual; or be a cool object in the outer solar system; or be a brown dwarf just outside the solar system; or be something else.

The object does still exist and if you have access to a large observatory or a Infrared satellite, you can still see it. It is a faint distant galaxy – just like NASA already speculated in the initial paper.

Nobody will die because of the hoax. Not even the proponents will commit suicide. The Planet X people (Maya did not mention Planet X, that mixture is from 2008) had already predicted Planet X to come in 2003 – and already announced that they will have a new date when Obama enters office. The Maya hoax proponents claim, a galactic alignment will happen. That is partially true, something like that will happen: Like every year since 1958 when we defined the galactic coordinate system. The Maya did not know we live inside a galaxy, they had been strictly geocentric.

Sorry, no end of the world, you will have to live in 2013.

PS: These people who claim this, can’t even read Maya hieroglyphs, from watching their youtube stuff. I had been able to learn their number system in school, when there was a great Maya exhibition in a local historic museum – and they always do the numbers wrong. The Maya counted from 0 to 19, not from 1 to 20 or 1 to 12. Only one digit in their calendar runs from 0 to 17 – the reduced the maximum possible range so 0.0.0 to 1.0.0 is roughly one solar year (360 days instead of 365.25).

As this is a pretty large difference, you can be sure, the Maya included leap days or leap months… but no scientist was yet able to tell how their system of leap days worked. That’s why converting the Maya calender to Gregorian dates is rather inaccurate.

The Maya instead, did sure not believe in the end of the world in 2012. On one of their former temples, you can find an inscription for October 21, 4772 : People will celebrate the 80th calender round of the ascension to throne of King pacal of Palenque.

The story of a seventeen-year-old boy, Franklin Tanner, his girlfriend, Dakota Hattington, and their life as teenage parents.
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“And now we’re going to visit the first child of the New Year, a bouncing baby boy born to a teenage couple,” Kelsey Griffin told the home viewers with a smile. “Meet Franklin Tanner and Dakota Hattington, the parents of little Addison Bryce Tanner.” She turned to look at us. “How are the three of you?”
I smiled at Kelsey, and then briefly at the camera—very nervously—before turning back to Kelsey. “We’re great. And so happy.”
“How old are you guys?” Kelsey asked.
“I just turned seventeen last week,” I replied.
Kelsey moved the microphone to Dakota’s mouth so that she could speak. “And I turned seventeen three months ago.”
“So you two are pretty young, huh? Do you plan on raising Addison yourselves?”
Dakota shrugged. “Well, hopefully we can pull through,” she said softly. “I’m sure we can. We’re both very confident and I can already tell little Addison will be a sweetheart. We have supportive families to help, though, also.”
Kelsey grinned. “Very positive. You are lucky to have such a handsome little boy, too.”
“Thank you,” I chuckled, and Dakota laughed along.
“Well, good luck to the both of you, and congratulations on having the first baby of the New Year.” She turned back to the camera. “I’m Kelsey Griffin. Back to you, Chandler.”
The cameraman cut off. Kelsey congratulated us, commented on how adorable Addison was, and then strode off with the camera crew. Soon it was just Dakota, Addison, and me. We asked the nurse to give us a moment alone.
My eyes moved to Addison. “He looks like you, Dakota.”
“No,” Dakota giggled. “He has your eyes, and I’m absolutely positive he’ll have your perfect smile.”
“But he has your facial features.” I pointed to Addison’s cheeks, his nose, and his ears. I explained to Dakota how they were all a perfectly mirrored image of hers, elegant and cute.
She looked up at me. “Franklin Andrew Tanner, you’re the best guy on this entire planet.”
I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. “You’re the greatest girl in the world.” I kissed her again. “In the solar system.” My lips found hers again. “The universe.” Again. “The galaxy.” Once again. “The greatest girl who ever lived.”
Each time, she laughed under my lips, trying not to pull away. The last time, the kiss lasted for what seemed like forever. We were almost oblivious of Addison lying over Dakota’s lap until he cooed. A smile played at the corners of his mouth.
Dakota and I laughed quietly, gasping and becoming awed.
“He’s smiling!” I breathed.
“See, it is your perfect smile, Frankie!” Dakota kissed Addison’s forehead. “He’s adorable. So cute. Beautiful. My gorgeous little boy.”
I poked Addison’s nose gently. “I love you.”
“Here.” Dakota held him up to me, and I scooped him out of her arms. I cradled him close to my chest, staring down into his big brown eyes. I bounced him up and down steadily.
“Hi there, buddy,” I whispered, standing up. “How’s it going? You tired? Feeling okay?”
He just stared at me with wide eyes, making small sounds and chewing on his own tiny finger.
“Yeah, I know. It’s boring here, right? Nothing to chew on except yourself.” I wasn’t aware that I was slowly walking around the room. “You know what? I don’t care if I’m young. I can take care of you. ‘Cause you’re my son. And I love you almost as much as I love your mommy.”
In that moment, it felt like it was just Addison and me. No one else around us. I didn’t care if we were in the Sahara Desert, the North Pole, the middle of nowhere. As long as I had him, nothing else mattered. It didn’t matter that I was just seventeen years old, or that it would probably be the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
And in that same moment, I felt different. Addison’s life came before mine, and it always would. I never wanted anything to hurt him. I didn’t want him to break any bone in his body, and I didn’t want him to lose any sports game he’d ever participate in. He was my son. He would be mine for basically eighteen years. Mine to feed. Mine to care for. Mine to love.
It’d all be different. Dude would change to Dad. Teammates would be colleagues. School bus rides would be carpools.
I would change from a football-playing, goofy schoolboy into a responsible young man.

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