Thursday, May 10, 2007

Neither snow, nor rain.......

Many people have that verse run through their minds when they see the postman trudging through knee-deep snow but do they know that neither fire, nor brimstone will keep him from his appointed rounds. That is exactly what Joshua Witter, 24 of Orlando FL, promises to do with the creation of the Post-Rapture Post, the "post office of the saved."

"Do you want to take the chance that your loved ones will have to suffer through your ascension in Heaven without knowing how you really feel in your heart?" Witter asks on his website.

While some may find his website and offer of post Apocalypse mail delivery shocking or think it is a joke, Witter, an atheist is serious with his offer. As an atheist, he doesn't believe in God, the Rapture or damnation even and is pretty sure that he will be one of the many left behind if there is a Rapture. As he sees it, it will be the job of those left behind to be the postmen of the Apocalypse and he guarentees that should that time arrive, he will deliver all the mail entrusted to him for delivery.
Witter created the website in 2004 after graduating from Syracus University and although it may be seen as satirical, he says it is also very logical. His logic is that if you are a good person and ascend, you may want to encourage others to remain good and join you, sending them a letter is a viable choice.
His site offers letters starting from the basic Class 1 message at $4.99 upwards to a message delivered medieval-style parchment for $799.99. So far, only 11 people have purchased the inexpensive Class 1 letters. He has received a few nasty letters himself and acknowledges that 80% of his mail is "hate mail" while the other 20% appreciate his site or are other atheists offering to take postal jobs.
It would seem that being a postman is still a job people aspire to, even after the end of the world.

2 comments:

  1. I'm not convinced at all I'd want to waste my money on a stamp for a message I'd want sent after the Rapture arrives. Crisp words mean nothing to one who will be walking the streets of heated asphalt, blazing with fireballs spitting out of them. Laffin, bless his heart!

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