Wow, your incapacity to accept that even you can make a mistake is staggering.

You spent a couple of weeks prophesying that there would be a natural disaster that would inflict physical damage to a specified location, on a specified date.

Surprise, didn't pan out.

"Oh, it was a metaphor for love."

Now, you could've simply said "I was wrong", hell, even claim that you simply got the date wrong, but alas, you chose the path of total fabrication.

I hope that when your concert is going to be a wet fart something funnier is going to emerge, because another round of "oh, it happened, in me, and it was love" would frankly downgrade you to simply another unfunny delirious hobo.

ENTERTAIN US CORRECTLY, DAMNIT!