Saturday, January 28, 2017

drilling DOWN ON TRUMP

As Goddess-loving humans, how can we trap Trump and plop him into a cage?   

For the well-being of Mother Earth and Her children, I know we all agree that DT must be tripped up fast.

The Donald is not evil or mean – he’s just mentally ill.  Most people in the know call it Narcissistic Personality Disorder, or “NPD.”

NPD makes Donald crave love and approval the way a drowning man craves air.  To get love he’ll literally do anything, including trying to drown would-be rescuers. 

Already I see cracks in The Donald’s face.  For the past week he’s gone through a Trump-Hotel-full of female contempt and disgust (the Women’s Marches), and it’s eating into him like lye eating into a pig’s skin.  

Solution?  Keep showing him we loathe his behavior worse than kids loathe dentists' drills.  In no time flat this will shrink him into an impotent puddle of butter. 




Wednesday, December 21, 2016

may your solstice be stupendous!

Sunrise between the stones at Stonehenge on the Winter Solstice in 1985   CREDIT: MARK GRANT

Friday, December 16, 2016

flipping SANTA INTO A MAN'S BOD


Somewhere in the distant, foggy past, someone flipped Santa into a man’s body.

In actuality, Santa was the Germanic Goddess Holda, who during the Christmas season brought gifts to all good children.  
Santa Holda flew through the air in a wagon stuffed with Christmas goodies, and drawn not by reindeer but by birds. 

"Before she suffered a savage smear campaign at the hands of church and state alike, much evidence indicates that Holda-Perchta was a magnificent goddess, simultaneously both powerful and loving. 
"Above all she was powerful. One of her most vital tasks was keeping the earth fertile enough for crops and plants to grow and flourish, a task she accomplished by traveling the earth ... every year for the twelve days between Christmas and Epiphany. 
"She also seems to have been the original Santa Claus, showering children the earth over with gifts at the winter solstice."
~ From *Breaking the Mother Goose Code*, 2015, John Hunt Publishing. 
To buy your copy, click on the picture below and to the right.  

Wednesday, December 07, 2016

walking INTO TREES

He promised the swamp would be drained,
Was elected, said “Rain!” and it rained,
And the old crocodiles,
Wore flesh-eating smiles,
And the turtles were well entertained.

SNIP

A minority of the [American] electorate goes for the loosest and least knowledgeable candidate [for US President], certain that … their votes will be only … a middle finger to Washington, 

...And then — whoa. The joke comes true. You put a whoopee cushion on your father’s chair and he sits down and it barks and he has a massive coronary.

SNIP

And now we sit and watch in disbelief as the victor drops one piece of china after another, spits in the soup, sticks his fist through a painting and gobbles up the chocolates.

SNIP

He stages a ... victory tour … where he can waggle his thumbs and smirk and holler and point out the journalists in their pen for the mob to boo and shake their fists at.

SNIP

Meanwhile, the Democrats wander in the woods, walking into trees. … a lackluster black Muslim congressman from Minneapolis is a leading candidate for chair of the Democratic National Committee, the person who will need to connect with disaffected workers in Youngstown and Pittsburgh.

Why not a ballet dancer or a Buddhist monk?

[And] the emperor-elect parades in the nude while his congressional courtiers admire him and the nation drifts toward the rapids.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

PLEASE pass THE PAIN


Please pass the pain.  More pain, anyone?  My pain doesn’t have enough salt.  I’ll have another helping of pain, please.  Thank you for the lovely pain, it was delicious.

Chew your pain well before swallowing.  Come on in!  The pain is in the oven, ready to serve!

How much is your red hot pain today? … I’ll have one serving along with a tall, frosty glass of motor oil.


DEAREST GREAT MOTHER, 

       Please help us in our good fight to vanquish The Pain.  

Yours, 
Athena and the rest of the human species


Monday, August 22, 2016

breaking THE PAGAN MOLD

"If you enjoy folklore, Goddesses, or history, this is a must read. It's wonderful to get a book that is more 'Pagan' without being about the same five topics, told in the same way that most Pagan books are."  

From a REVIEW of Breaking the Mother Goose Code.  

Sunday, May 08, 2016

trotting OUT THE eND TIMES AGAIN


Supposedly, Armageddon is skulking right around the corner, ready to pounce, howl, and then drag us all down to Hell. 

This time The Sign that Armageddon is afoot?  Donald Drumpf (did you know he's Drumpf, not Trump?  Go here and read all about it). 

Of course Drumpf/Trump is only one of a long line of forecasters who’ve heralded The End Times. 

And I do mean long.  Wiki has a list, and I stopped counting at number 55 (on May 19, 1780, after suffering simultaneously through forest-fire smoke, thick fog, and heavy cloud cover, the Connecticut General Assembly announced that Armageddon had finally come).   

Later I went back and counted 108 more. 
  
Of course all 250-plus prophets on this list were forced to apologize when their prophesies about Armageddon fell flatter than an Aunt Jemima pancake. 

But don’t hold your breath waiting for Drumpf to beg forgiveness.  His dictionary doesn’t include the word “forgiveness” – let alone the words “beg” or "apologize."