Roland Emmerich's 2012 looks all kind of brainless CGI-laden awesome (despite that pinhead John Cusack). Unfortunately, according to an increasing number of reputable scientists and mathematicians, the Mayan prophecy at the center of the whole premise actually points to 2220 as the target year for universal annihilation, and not 2012 as Mr. Emmerich and a host of nutbag bunker-dwellers assert.
The question now is, what the hell am I going to do with all these batteries and cans of Spam? Think The Salvation Army will take them in lieu of a donation to the bell-ringing Santa Claus outside of Wal-Mart?
