Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," boldly going where no silly Pagan has gone before! The Afterlife's a banquet, and some bored gods are starving to death. Light a candle and pick a pantheon, won't you? Immortality can get pretty dull without an active praise and worship team.
Speaking of praise and worship teams, no one is more surprised than I am this morning that the Huckabee menace actually won the Iowa gig. Makes one wonder if there's any Republican out there who cares about anything except unborn babies and what gay people do in their spare time. Rest assured I would not have poked fun at the guy if I thought he had a prayer of winning.
I now turn over the podium to Henry Louis (H.L.) Mencken, with this important public service reminder:
"No one in this world, so far as I know- and I have researched the records for years, and employed agents to help me- has ever lost money by underestimating the intelligence of the great masses of the plain people. Nor has anyone ever lost public office thereby.”
Did anyone else on the East Coast see the meteor shower this morning? I caught a couple of whoppers and wished I'd hauled out of bed earlier.
See you in church.
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS