"Obama is the Anti-Christ. So We're Building a Bunker in the Foothills."

My crazy aunt called over the weekend to ask my husband some real estate questions.

Basically, she wants to sell her home as soon as possible so she can move to a cabin in the woods, build an underground bunker, stock up on supplies and wait for the End Times to start because Obama is the Anti-Christ.

She's so sure this is true, that she's even willing to sell her house at a loss.

She was on speaker phone when she started ranting about this. My husband tried to talk some sense into her but her voice ratcheted up 20 decibels and she started screaming about saving plastic bottles to store water in and deals on solar panels.

I was not suprised at the delusions, but this is the wildest thing she's come up with yet. She suffers from intense anxiety disorder which she believes only prayer will solve. Perhaps a trip to the doctor for some medication would help, but she won't hear of it.

So, I ask her if Obama is the Anti-Christ and the End Times are here, what's she so worried about? She professes to be very righteous so, I ask, "What have you got to worry about? You pray for hours each day are, according to you, the epitome of righteousness, so won't you be swooped up in the Rapture?"

I didn't think she could scream any louder but I was wrong. I could almost see the foaming at the mouth.

My poor husband continues to try to calm her down while she berates him for not believing her Christians for Salvation and Personal Profit Prayer Circle will generate a buyer willing to pay 60% above the average listing price in her neighborhood.

My husband was getting so visibly upset trying to speak to her rationally that I couldn't help myself. I leaned into the speaker phone and shouted over her rant, "He's a real estate agent not a prophet!!!"

She hung up on that.

She needs professional help. And medication. I think she's really gone off her gourd.

One upside, choosing her Christmas gift this year will be super easy. I'm getting her a case of those tiny cans of pork n' beans and some government MREs (yum, Meals-Ready-to-Eat).