Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," counting down the hours to the end of this dreadful retrograde! Soon. Oh so soon.
I know there have been many Pagans doing the good work to sink the McCain/Palin ticket. And blessed be, no one's shouting for the death of either candidate ... or calling them terrorists. Most religions have rules about that kind of thing. And sensible people don't wish anyone else dead, even if there's no religion in the picture.
But magick is in the air, oh yes! Faeries in a frenzy, deities dancing with delight!
Skeptic, you may call this a coincidence if you like. But tonight, Wednesday, is the final presidential debate. And at exactly the same hour, the Philadelphia Phillies will be on the verge of making it to the World Series!
So who's going to watch a silly baseball game instead of a serious presidential debate? HALF OF THE STATE OF PENNSYLVANIA, including ALL THE PHILLY SUBURBS, that's who!
Yes, Pennsylvania, that big, sought-after battleground state, will mostly be otherwise engaged tonight. The timing is impeccable.
I might be wrong about this, but I think the last time the Phillies were in the World Series was 1983. So if they punch their way through tonight, it will be a small (and lovely) miracle. And if they distract the Pennsylvania electorate as I think they inevitably will, no amount of McCain improvement will change the numbers in the Keystone State.
Mindful that magic works in mysterious ways, I shout: "Play ball!"
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