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Another day I was riding the bus, and a couple came on with two kids. One to a parent. Both screamed the entire twenty minutes. They would try to run off and one of the parents would grab their arm, and with an exasperating whimper try to reason with them, but their voices would never match the energy of their younger counterparts.

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The more it dragged on, the less it seemed like parenting, and the more it seemed like pleading. Like they were talking to a torturer, begging with them that maybe just once they could be freed from their torment for just one solitary day..

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Anyways, that's my theory as to why doomsday religions were so popular.
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