Pardon me, would you happen to have any Grey Poupon?

Here's something funny for you. As many of you know, I have a passionate dislike for ketchup and mustard. I won't go into details, but will just leave it at ick.

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I have also mentioned before, that as a kid, I started calling ketchup and mustard, 'cat-soup' and 'mouse-turd' as a way of expressing my disdain.

I still call them that sometimes, and I'm 45. Yes, it's childish and immature. But as so many of you have figured out by now, so am I.

So, it was with delight that I watched my first commercial for Grey Poupon mustard. Think about it. I called it mouse-turd, and here's a brand called Grey Poop-On. (pooped-on if you slurred it a bit)

When you're a young lad, that's some funny stuff right there.

Today I want to tell you about a prophet. Not a religious prophet, but the other kind of prophet. Like Nostradamus. Only, not him.

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The prophet I'm talking about was named Morgan Robertson. That's him up there in the picture. And he was, like a lot of prophets turn out to be, a writer. He was born in 1861 and spent several years as a youth at sea, starting out as a cabin boy, and working his way up to first mate.

But the work was hard, so he studied with a jeweler and became a diamond setter. But, he couldn't do that for long as it started destroying his eyesight.

So, he became a writer. And he wrote what he knew: sea stories. But, they really weren't very good. They were good enough to be published in some magazines, but he never became as fabulously wealthy as he thought he should.

In 1898, he published a novella entitled Futility. It was the story of a large luxury liner called the S.S. Titan. It's builders called the Titan 'unsinkable'. And on it's first voyage, about 400 miles off Newfoundland, in the month of April, the Titan struck an iceberg and sank.

Sound familiar?

In the book, the Titan was traveling at 25 knots when she hit the berg. She sank fast, more than half of her 2500 passengers drowned because there was a lack of lifeboats.

This is really starting to sound familiar, isn't it?

Well, it should. 14 years later, the R.M.S. Titanic, on her maiden voyage, in the month of April, traveling at a speed of 22.5 knots, hit an iceberg in the North Atlantic, about 400 miles from Newfoundland, and sank. More than half of the 2200 passengers drowned because of a lack of life boats.

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That's quite a coincidence. But, it's also one many of you have probably heard about. So that's not what today's post is focusing on. Instead, it's just background information.

I mean, just because the guy wrote a book about a ship sinking that bears a striking resemblance to an actual disaster 14 years later, doesn't make him a prophet. I'll grant you, there are an awful lot of similarities between the two incidents. But, it can be written off as an erie coincidence.

To be a true prophet, you have to foretell more than one event.

So let's fast forward to 1912. The year the Titanic sunk, Robertson wrote another novella called 'Beyond The Spectrum'. And it's that story that grants Robertson the status of prophet.

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Beyond The Spectrum tells the story of how Imperial Japan goes to war with the United States. They do it not with a formal declaration, but by means of a surprise attack on Americas military bases. On Hawaii. In December.

How did Robertson end this fictional war? Why, with aircraft carrying something he called a "Sun Bomb". This was a bomb that, like the story title said, exploded with a light beyond the spectrum. One bomb would explode with a flash so bright it would blind anyone who looked at it, burn those who were too close, and was capable of destroying an entire city with just one of the bombs. And, since Robertson was an American author, it was, of course, the Americans who used these bombs on Japan to win the war.

It's too bad this prophet didn't make much profit. He died in 1915 of either heart disease, or an overdose of Paraldehyde.

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So, while you probably knew about his first episode of prophecy, you probably didn't know about the second, eh? Learnd ya something, dit'int I?