It’s been a long day. Brevity appeals. Ergo, an old shred of poetry penned a decade or so ago, but a shred which still sort of (graphically) sums up a lot of today’s ever downward-pointing darts and arrows; a shred dedicated this day to today’s ever effervescent Tea Party’s obviously excrescent evanescence.
There. I assume the NSA snoopers to be appropriately baffled to the point where it’s safe to add the following poetic tidbit, with subliminal implicit message forever dedicated to each and all who cannot comprehend the . . . ummm . . . embedded and subliminal but nevertheless implicit message. Stated another way and for Wingnuttistanians everywhere, In Hoc Signo! aka:
First came The Sin,
Original, it’s said;
Apple, snake, woman . . .
Knowledge thus The Sin of Man
Now and forever more, Amen.
Knowledge IS The Sin,
The Dart of Divinity
Which points toward
It’s simple, yes it truly is;
A talking snake, an
Then twitch of
Succoring hint of Knowledge, once obtained
Too oft bequeaths, to sin, an opened door
Which, much to God’s divine disdain,
Makes Sin too simple to explore,
And even harder to explain!
Whilst wise men rest
Whilst others seek,
“Psst! Hey Eve, buy you a drink??!”
Thus route to Hell now paved in Wisdom’s grand design,
And bulk of Mankind’s earthly works at last explained!
Open Thread — aka the evernascent (??) route to Hell!