I like to think how cool it would be for God let us know—collectively, as a body—that the snatching away would occur in a literal hour. I would order a large pizza and eat the whole thing. I don't think this will happen, however. (Maybe I should just go ahead and order the pizza?) But what I do see happening aligns with God's big, fat, hairy, glorious predictable rut, which I explain to you in this edition of MZTV. Additionally, I present again what I believe to be the number one indication that we are in the final years—even months—of Millennium Six.