Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," hedging our bets by worshipping every deity except jealous old Yahweh! Why do that? Well, we'd rather be in hell than in Yahweh's heaven, so if he really is the only god, then burn, baby, burn. And if he's not, wow! Welcomed into every other heaven that ever was! Sounds like fun, doesn't it?
Something vastly exciting happened to me over the weekend, but Blogger has decided not to upload the picture. I hope it's Blogger and not me, because if ever a picture painted a thousand words, this is the picture.
999 of those words would have something to do with Anne being a certifiable, verifiable, undeniable loony toony wackaroonie!
Can you believe it? Only two weeks and a day until Samhain, and I haven't even started my yearly paean to this universally-celebrated Pagan holy day! And there's big news out of the Vatican about the Knights Templar. New archival evidence suggests that the Knights Templar never kissed each others' assholes, worshipped a goat head, or had sex in their secret rituals. Stop the presses! Would someone please tell the Vatican that they were the only ones who ever believed this shit????
Yours from Ward C, waiting for my meds,
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS
And now the picture has uploaded, so read on, kind ... err ... reader!