He’s an eternal pessimist.
Even 24 hours after the world failed to end, Staten Island’s doomsday prophet, Robert Fitzpatrick, continued to insist that it would.
He just couldn’t say when.
“Just because it didn’t happen, people should not think they’re off the hook,” Fitzpatrick said yesterday as he caught up on chores he had put off until tomorrow because he thought there wouldn’t be one.
Fitzpatrick said he has no regrets about spending his life savings, about $140,000, on subway and commuter-rail ads touting what turned out to be a dud prediction for Judgment Day.
“I did what I had to do,” said the retired MTA engineer. “I still have a pension. I’m going to be OK.”
Meanwhile, his Oakland, Calif.-based mentor, Harold Camping, 89, who calculated the dooms-date, was nowhere to be found.
