There are way too many times, these days, when I feel like I’ve been transported back to the 1600’s, back to the era of witch burnings, all that stuff. Why is that you ask? Read on!
In Nomine Idioticus
As it turns out, it seems that I may well have accidentally snapped a photo of the Wingnut Creator (which I’ve named Idioticus, for probably obvious reasons). It happened whilst IT was on one of ITs earthly ventures back in the summer of ’99, probably preparing for the Bush annointification some 18 months down the road. Not sure why IT chose the vicinity of Arizona’s Sunset Crater as a place to hang out, but it could be that maybe IT didn’t look as out of place there as IT would have on, say, the Capitol Mall in DC or Central Park in NY. In any case, IT was clearly engaged in a wingnut call-to-worship right at the moment I tripped the shutter. Oh, and btw, I didn’t stay, didn’t attend the “service.” Some things are just too creepy!
▲Idioticus? Is that you?▲