Advent is Upon Us

The advent of what, one might ask.
Of course, the Advent season has begun and Christmas is in the air, or at least in the hearts and minds of believers. It is safe to say, though, that Christmas has been ostracized from the debased air that falls across the land of good and plenty.
It will soon be a hate crime to wish anyone a merry Christmas, so let me say it loud and clear before they take me away in the interests of national security,

While imagining that glorious first Christmas in far away Bethlehem, I was reminded of another expected coming, the second coming as the poet put it. During these perilous days, as our once great republic totters on the edge of the abyss and evil daily rears its ugly head all about us, it is this second coming we all need to fear. Take it as a warning like a mournful fog horn in the misty night that envelopes us...werewolf weather indeed.

William Butler Yeats and The Second Coming:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer:
Things fall apart: the centre cannot hold:
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned:
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of the Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man.
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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What rough beast? There is only one beast we need be concerned with. The question is: when its day comes, will we be prepared?

Turkey Day Cometh

Turkey day draws ever nearer and the wild American turkey, no longer wild but docile and compliant, awaits the cold and indifferent blade of history. While we have a breathe left to exhale, let us give thanks for the good things in life...a loving family, loyal friends, loved ones gone before, faithful pets, acts of kindness shown to us, beautiful sunsets and gentle snowfalls along with the rest of the majestic natural world God has given us to enjoy, as well as mans' great creative accomplishments in the realms of the arts and sciences. Most of all, let us give (hopeful) thanks for a merciful God come judgement day.
To all four of my readers:

A Pox on All Continued

Not that any confirmation was needed, but check this out. 
http://endoftheamericandream.com/archives/after-all-of-the-crazy-insider-trading-that-now-has-been-revealed-how-can-the-american-people-ever-trust-congress-again

All Americans should read this book and then take action to get rid of the corrupt hypocrites in politics. Voting against all incumbents regardless of party would be a start. (I know, hahaha. Half of America is illiterate and the other half is divided between the elite who rule, the sheeple who follow the elite's orders and the malcontents whose are exploding on a daily basis.)

...and now the super committee that was supposed to come up with a plan to reduce the national debt has thrown in the towel since neither side wants to give in to the other...not that it matters.
the good old US of A is headed down the tubes of history into the great yawning abyss of nothingness.

A Pox on All

A local high school principal has decided to forfeit his school's soccer team's victory during the State wide championship tournament because the players did a victory dance (in imitation of the resident professional football team ) and the other team's players' parents complained it was poor sportsmanship and showed up their boys.
This pathetic, yet hilarious in a macabre sort of way, action and reaction is illustrative of what's wrong with our society, at least some aspects of our crumbling civilization.

Poor sportsmanship in emulation of the millionaire would be felons a/k/a NFL football players...distraught parents over the fact their tender and sensitive young ones may have been traumatized by the rub it in their nose celebration they had to witness due to their inability to beat the other team. (They were no doubt also disappointed over the fact that they wouldn't be doing their own victory dance.)
Who to be upset with?
Wuss parents...
Spoiled players...
Intolerantly tolerant principal...
NFL meat head thugs...
...and as our society crumbles like a spineless back, yet another god is killed off as we learn today that Joe Paterno whose over sized head would appear on the college football Mt. Rushmore were there one, will retire at the end of the season. This comes after revelations that a staff member was charged with raping children in the school shower and other staff didn't report anything amiss and good old Joe didn't know what was happening, although he is in total control of everything that happens with his team. http://espn.go.com/college-football/story/_/id/7211674/penn-state-nittany-lions-coach-joe-paterno-legacy-sullied-wake-sandusky-scandal
Then again, he's a hundred and something years old so maybe he is unaware of what's happening.

                                               

...and mother of mercy is this the end of Rico? as Edward G Robinson asked at the end of Little Caesar http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FEiOjH0v0oM&feature=related
or in this case, Herman Cain?

More on Herm next time.