This is the one thousandth Fundy Post. Thank you, gentle readers, for reading.
Somewhat appropriately for a blog which is supposed to be about religious politics, this post is published on the predicted day of the Rapture, which begins at 6pm for readers in New Zealand; times will vary for international readers: check with your local prophet. Equally appropriately, the Rapture turns out to have been invented, in 1830, by a fifteen year-old girl in Scotland, and prompted by the founder of the Plymouth Brethren. However, in the event of my being entirely wrong about all this, I leave behind the picture above, which shows that hot girls do go to heaven. It is taken from Hal Lindsey's There's a New World Coming (PDF) a curiously psychedelic and erotic rendition of the Endtimes: just wait until you see the Whore of Babylon.
So, there you have it; this has been the 1000th post, appropriately millenarian. Assuming that we are all left behind, normal posting will resume tomorrow. By then, you may have obtained a lot of clothing abandoned by the godly; but ask yourself, do you really need nylon slacks and Fair Isle sweaters?