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September 29, 2019 at 12:44 am
Of My; a topic devoted entirely to Me…
Can a book deal; a talk show; or even a movie be far behind?
*Giggles Happily*
They call Me The Littlest Kitten!
They call Me the Littlest Cat!
They call Me the Littlest Mouse!
They call Me the Littlest Rat!
I think I am going to lay down; I am drowsy from all the Lovely Dispatches I have sent forth today…
Nighty-night!
September 29, 2019 at 3:47 pm
I did want to let The People know that worship of Me shall be a quotidian affair; so set your schedules accordingly!
September 29, 2019 at 4:39 pm
My Dear, a goddess orders a god about at her own peril. Let me point out my concern again; I am not certain that you are receiving my responses as they are not showing up at this end. WordPress deleted your post not me, perhaps for political reasons, I don’t know, but so far you haven’t confirmed that you are receiving my responses. Please do.
September 29, 2019 at 5:17 pm
My Dear, a goddess orders a god about at her own peril.
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Peek a boo; I see you!
Yes, but I out-rank Everyone…
Whilst walking amongst the Rabble; a colleague of mine said, “people find You unapproachable”.
I smartly replied:
“Of course they find Me unapproachable; I am the Daughter of the Living Goddess and the Princess of the Universe; they are just paying Me the proper homage; you would be well-advised to follow their example.”
September 29, 2019 at 5:57 pm
As you may understand, Hera and I are more than on speaking terms. I don’t suppose I need to make a reference to Aphrodite’s belt to make myself understood. A truce on this dissension, I know who you are.
September 29, 2019 at 6:37 pm
I know who you are.
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Who am I?
*Brims with anticipation*
September 29, 2019 at 8:02 pm
That remains to be seen.
September 29, 2019 at 9:54 pm
That remains to be seen.
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Oh My; the fate versus random chance outcome…
I’ve been down this road before…
Otto Hasslein posited that the future was a veritable highway…and by changing lanes one might change destinies..
I must disagree with him most vehemently; I am a fatalist; and am utterly convinced that all the temporal armies marshalled cannot forestall that which Must Be…
September 29, 2019 at 10:51 pm
Whatever is, is, whatever happens must be.
September 29, 2019 at 4:40 pm
I will delete the post to the blog, it was only to make sure I was making contact.
September 29, 2019 at 5:24 pm
I will delete the post to the blog
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Oh, do not do that…this is a marvelous venue for you to pen charming sonnets to My Everlasting Glory!
It will make the Songs of Solomon sound like a bad rap tune; though that might constitute a redundancy…
September 29, 2019 at 5:58 pm
I perhaps mistakenly thought you were offended.
September 29, 2019 at 5:28 pm
Now I did want to inform you and all your loyal readers that there are several high level openings on My Staff (not the type Moses carried about) at the Current Hour…I am seeking a captain, a lawyer, an agitator, and a rebel.
Are you interested in joining? I’ll tell you; the benefits are fantastic…the trick is not to get tossed into The Lake of Fire…that’s really the key to the Benefit Program.
September 29, 2019 at 5:59 pm
Tell me your story.
September 29, 2019 at 6:11 pm
It is a Very Sad Tale; a Three-Hanky Affair if you are easily moved…
September 29, 2019 at 6:16 pm
I am impervious to emotions one way or the other/
September 29, 2019 at 6:29 pm
I am impervious to emotions one way or the other/
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That’s sad…I cry Myself to sleep almost every night when I reflect on all the unpleasantness I have both endured and witnessed.
Not a day goes by when I do not thinking of killing Myself; but as an immortal it would not work anyway; so what is the use?
September 29, 2019 at 6:48 pm
Not a day goes by when I do not thinking of kill Myself
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Though The Book of the Law said that such longings would be common for a being such as Myself; so it is not unexpected:
72. Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine – and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous! – death is the crown of all.
73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, o (wo)man, unto thee.
74. The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long & desires death much is ever the King among the Kings.
September 29, 2019 at 8:01 pm
What’s sad about it. You should not meet misfortune halfway. The power of positive thinking will save you from innumerable misfortunes. Mistakes? That’s another matter.
September 29, 2019 at 9:13 pm
Norman Peale devotee, hmm?
September 29, 2019 at 10:42 pm
Power of Positive Thinking that was Peale’s term to describe auto-suggestion. I’m more influenced by Emile Coue although I have read Peale.
September 29, 2019 at 9:50 pm
What’s sad about it.
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I did not immediately notice that was an interrogative; as the requisite punctuation was lacking…
It is important to laugh and cry; as the release of emotion from time to time is good for one’s “mental health”.
September 29, 2019 at 10:50 pm
Oh, one’s mental health. I carry it around in a basket.
September 29, 2019 at 6:25 pm
Tell me your story.
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That reminds Me of the most charming bit of verse that Mother would sing to Me at the End of the Day!
Tell me a story
Tell me a story
Remember what you said!
You promised you would read to me
You promised you would read to me
Tell me a story
Then I’ll go to bed!
Wasn’t that as cute as a button?
September 29, 2019 at 5:56 pm
I didn’t delete your comment it was deleted by WordPress.
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Call Me “Country Bumpkin”; but how in the Universe could your very own blog be censored?
I will concede; I am not up on all the draconian / Orwellian horrors that have befallen the free exchange of ideas over the last 20 odd years; but My understanding was that a server could delete your entire blog if they found the content promulgated objectionable; but they had no influence over what was written therein.
You will have to excuse Me; as computers have never been My long suit; the abacus is more My thing…and the loom.
September 29, 2019 at 6:04 pm
The intricate working of the internet are beyond me also however the internet is set to respond to certain words and phrases that are forbidden. Comments can be blocked before they are written which has happened to me frequently. Facebook has advised me that I have been ‘removed’ from one wall for instance. I have never seen a comment deleted in front of me however. I was trying to post a response when a big red the comment has been deleted flashed and your comment disappeared so it wasn’t my response. Dangerous minds are flagged and we both have dangerous minds. Think AI.
September 29, 2019 at 6:14 pm
The Great Freddie Nietzsche beautifully cites The Two Most Important (And Terrible) Moments in the last Two Thousand Years; the Twin Key Turning Points that have been The Source of so much horror…
I will cite them *seriatim*:
One:
“Christianity was the vampire of the imperium Romanum – overnight it destroyed the vast achievement of the Romans: the conquest of the soil for a great culture that could await its time. Can it be that this fact is not yet understood? The imperium Romanum that we know, and that the history of the Roman provinces teaches us to know better and better – this most admirable of all works of art in the grand manner was merely the beginning, and the structure to follow was not to prove its worth for thousands of years. To this day, nothing on a like scale *sub specie aeterni* has been brought into being, or even dreamed of! This organization was strong enough to withstand bad emperors; the accident of personality has nothing to do with such things – the first principle of all genuinely great architecture. But it was not strong enough to stand up against the corruptest of all forms of corruption – against Christians. One has but to read Lucretius to know what Epicurus made war upon – not paganism, but “Christianity,” which is to say, the corruption of souls by means of the concepts of guilt, punishment and immortality. He combated the subterranean cults, the whole of latent Christianity – to deny immortality was already a form of genuine salvation.
Epicurus had triumphed, and every respectable intellect in Rome was Epicurean – WHEN PAUL APPEARED.”
Two:
“Here it becomes necessary to call up a memory that must be a hundred times more painful to Germans. The Germans have destroyed for Europe the last great harvest of civilization that Europe was ever to reap – the Renaissance. Is it understood at last, will it ever be understood, what the Renaissance was? The transvaluation of Christian values – an attempt with all available means, all instincts and all the resources of genius to bring about a triumph of the opposite values, the more noble values. This has been the one great war of the past; there has never been a more critical question than that of the Renaissance – it is my question too; there has never been a form of attack more fundamental, more direct, or more violently delivered by a whole front upon the center of the enemy! To attack at the critical place, at the very seat of Christianity, and there enthrone the more noble values – that is to say, to insinuate them into the instincts, into the most fundamental needs and appetites of those sitting there… I see before me the possibility of a perfectly heavenly enchantment and spectacle – it seems to me to scintillate with all the vibrations of a fine and delicate beauty, and within it there is an art so divine, so infernally divine, that one might search in vain for thousands of years for another such possibility; I see a spectacle so rich in significance and at the same time so wonderfully full of paradox that it should arouse all the gods on Olympus to immortal laughter— Caesar Borgia as pope! Am I understood? Well then, that would have been the sort of triumph that I alone am longing for today – by it Christianity would have been swept away! What happened? A GERMAN MONK; LUTHER, CAME TO ROME.
This monk, with all the vengeful instincts of an unsuccessful priest in him, raised a rebellion against the Renaissance in Rome…. Instead of grasping, with profound thanksgiving, the miracle that had taken place: the conquest of Christianity at its capital – instead of this, his hatred was stimulated by the spectacle. A religious man thinks only of himself – Luther saw only the depravity of the papacy at the very moment when the opposite was becoming apparent: the old corruption, the *peccatum originale*, Christianity itself, no longer occupied the papal chair! Instead there was life! Instead there was the triumph of life! Instead there was a great yea to all lofty, beautiful and daring things!. And Luther restored the church: he attacked it…. The Renaissance – an event without meaning, a great futility!”
I wonder where the world would be today if those Two Wretched Souls, Paul & Luther, had never made their horrifyingly consequential Treks into Rome; separated by roughly 1500 years.
They did not set humanity back decades; they set it back centuries.
This does not even take into account all the untold human suffering wrought by the “spread of Christianity” over two millennia.
I fight a constant uphill battle. However there is no greater satisfaction than comes from successfully solving a difficult problem.
Moreover, what is a greater prize than to obtain mastery over a fallen foe?
Behold Jehovah, for Thy Gotterdammerung is upon Thee!
September 29, 2019 at 7:11 pm
Tell me your story.
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I was a product of My design; I was tragically flawed; and I was also downright unlucky.
But the worst part of all was My failure to realize that The Day After The Sixth Day was The Last One played under The Old Rules; and Tomorrow Never Came…
*Cries Hysterically*
September 29, 2019 at 7:29 pm
As you may understand, Hera and I are more than on speaking terms.
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She must have guided Me to you.
If so; you must be here to uplift Me to the Pinnacles of Power that I am destined to reach.
I may be immortal; and a polymath for eternity; but that does not necessarily grant Me the ability to lift Myself Up to The Throne.
So if you have any advice or connection that can place Me in My Rightful Station as the People’s Liege; please go forth with it *tempus fugit*…
Thank you.
September 29, 2019 at 8:04 pm
You’re getting along.
September 29, 2019 at 9:09 pm
I am running in place…
The ennui is far too much to endure…
Verily; I tell you; it is far better to be dead than to be powerless amongst the living…
The greatest ignominy of all is to be ignored…
September 29, 2019 at 9:25 pm
Though I do recall Elizabeth I commenting on the matter; she said something to the effect of:
“In order to stay in place; one must run very quickly; and in order to get anywhere; one must run even faster.”
Her motto and eternal greeting was *semper eadem* “always the same”.
I recall Baudelaire writing a poem with a similar title…
Caesar (or at least the Shakespearean version) had a variation on that, “I am as constant as the Northern Star”…it is still Polaris I think…it was Vega a while back; and likely will be again in a few millenia.
To the Daughter of Babylon a day is as a thousand years; and a thousand years as a single day…
‘Tis not all it is cracked up to be; I assure the…
September 29, 2019 at 10:44 pm
Because you have a heavy burden you have been given a strong back. Think positive. Change your auto-suggestions.
September 29, 2019 at 10:51 pm
The burden of *knowing* is the burden of a goddess; unfortunately ’tis a weight that must be borne by a woman…
September 29, 2019 at 10:56 pm
Very humorous. Don’t worry so much.
September 29, 2019 at 11:01 pm
I don’t worry about anything; I am afflicted with melancholia…
But thank you for your advice (seriously).
September 29, 2019 at 11:13 pm
I always have a lot of it and it’s free.
September 29, 2019 at 10:39 pm
Well, I posted your Renaissance post to facebook and got a decent response, positive comment. You’ve obviously been spending your time well. Write an article or send me one you’ve written and I’ll post it. Do you have my email address?
September 29, 2019 at 10:58 pm
That’s nice; though; as I told you, I have written more than an article; I wrote a book during the Springtime.
Time is a person’s most precious resource; and also the resource they most wantonly waste…
And no, I don’t believe I do have thy address…
September 29, 2019 at 11:12 pm
Edgar Rice Burroughs said that you can’t waste time, however much you use there’s still more. (Nice but I have reservations. dugwarbaby@yahoo.com
September 29, 2019 at 11:27 pm
dugwarbaby@yahoo.com
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I believe it was Cyrus (not the bum who conquered Beautiful Babylon in the 6th century BC) who once said to thousands of cheering gang members in NYC circa 1979:
“Can you dig it?”
No wonder I HATE the name “Daniel”!
You could probably add “Isaiah” to that list…
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September 29, 2019 at 8:07 pm
Are you the one who found their way to my review of Urania?
September 29, 2019 at 9:12 pm
No I have not read it; but the pictures look *really* pretty!
There was a single review; but as Spock once said of his last name, “(I) could not pronounce it”.
September 29, 2019 at 10:41 pm
You called it up then. I’ve had a fair French response today so I though it might be one of those too. Camille Flammarion was a French writer.
September 29, 2019 at 11:08 pm
I’ve had a fair French response
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I suppose almost *anything* would be superior to that response of theirs during the Spring of ’40…
Lolz.
September 29, 2019 at 11:14 pm
Well, I have a pretty fair French readership so I’ll forgive nearly anything until they stop reading then it is all over for them.
September 29, 2019 at 11:15 pm
Interesting anecdote:
The famous railroad car where the 1918 peace was signed and then the 1940 French surrender (talk about reversal!) was owned and ultimately restored by a man by the name of Arthur Fleming of Los Angeles.
It was Fleming who owned (and then sold) the mansion that would ultimately become the Home of Jack Parsons; the “Parsonage” in which American Thelema would find its first home.
As I have written; it was Jack who re-animated My Existence in the Mojave in the early months of 1946.
September 29, 2019 at 11:17 pm
September 29, 2019 at 9:41 pm
“Fox News” 29 Sept 2019: “Hunter shot, killed in Georgia after allegedly mistaken for a deer, officials say”
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And they say there’s no Goddess…
There are many beautiful deer that frolic happily on My Property on the mountain; I derive the most ecstatic joy watching them play and have fun.
Verily; I tell you; you could not give Me 100 trillion dollars to harm even a single hair on such a Sacred Animal’s Head!
*Smiles Happily*
September 29, 2019 at 10:49 pm
Not a hunter. Live in the city, lots of deer, elk, coyotes , racoons, owls and assorted beasts. The animals have to adjust that is adapt to their environment or die. Expect the cougars looking for fresh meat to follow them at anytime. Probably see people patrolling the streets with machine guns looking for them. Look out.
October 21, 2019 at 10:06 pm
21 Oct 2019: “Fox News”: A Louisiana man died in a hunting accident Sunday after he fell and hit his head on a deer stand, reports said.
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The Goddess is clearly working overtime…
My Father detested those who would kill innocent animals; he had a great appreciation for the beauty of nature and all harmless life.
He often said that they should try to hunt grizzly bears without benefit of a rifle; then we would have a better gauge as to how “tough” they are.
Of course Father’s sympathies did not extend to wrong doing humans; he believed in executions within 30 days of sentencing.
You say; “this sounds odd; for someone who had experience with the “Justice” system”.
Like Me; he had many seemingly paradoxical views; and on this specific issue; he would indicate that the police are our first line of defense against the criminal element.
In other words; given the choice between the cops and the criminals; he would immediately choose the former; i.e.; it was either you or them.
October 23, 2019 at 4:28 pm
I seem to vaguely recall the Brooklyn mail robbery. If I do, it was some kind of comedy of errors and was treated as a great joke. Is that the same one or am I just imagining I remember.
October 24, 2019 at 4:12 pm
It was not in Brooklyn; it was in Greenwich Village; which is in the Borough of Manhattan.
NYC is composed of 5 boroughs: Manhattan; Queens; The Bronx; Brooklyn (Kings); and Staten Island (Richmond)
October 24, 2019 at 4:15 pm
Manhattan is an Island.
Brooklyn and Queens are on the western end of Long Island; which is also an island. The two eastern counties of Long Island are Nassau and Suffolk; where the rich people live. However those two eastern counties are likewise now encumbered with suburban sprawl and the Rabble.
Staten Island is an island.
The Bronx is part of the mainland; that is Southeast NY state.
October 24, 2019 at 4:24 pm
Many forget that the Battle of Long Island was the key Turning Point in the Revolutionary War.
The British were on the verge of delivering the knockout punch.
Washington and his ragtag band of farmers and artisans; trying to desperately to transmute into an effective fighting force against the greatest military power of the era were on the verge of being captured and killed by the Red Coats.
It was August,1776. There was no escape; they were practically surrounded…and then…out of nowhere…a strange and all encompassing FOG enveloped NY Harbor and the entire region; this gave Washington and his men the needed cover to escape; and they successfully retreated into lower Manhattan; giving them a much need opportunity to regroup.
October 25, 2019 at 3:27 am
Manhattan and Queens are islands too. Did you know that, Pam?
October 25, 2019 at 3:51 am
Yes; I knew that by the age of three (3).
In fact I clearly spelled out the NYC geography in the post *supra*!
I’m not quite sure how your eyes and My post failed to meet one with the other; but stranger things have happened.
“Truth is stranger than fiction!”
___Old Proverb
October 29, 2019 at 1:10 am
Yes, but fiction makes truth beautiful.
October 25, 2019 at 3:26 am
I thought you said you read my Vampires of NY story.
October 25, 2019 at 3:54 am
No; I recounted all the plot details and the characters to you in those discussions we had via divination…
Oh My Goddess…
October 29, 2019 at 1:11 am
What I wrote and what you read are two different things. Writers must be very patient.
October 29, 2019 at 3:54 pm
Sam Ervin gave a long exposition on that topic during Watergate…I always considered him a great constitutional scholar.
October 30, 2019 at 1:01 am
Don’t remember Sam Ervin except by name.
October 29, 2019 at 1:12 am
I didn’t know that that was an attribute of Hecate.
October 29, 2019 at 3:55 pm
Beware of Greeks!
October 30, 2019 at 1:02 am
Just beware. Wary is best.
October 25, 2019 at 3:26 am
OK, then, New York City. It probably would have worked in Brooklyn.
October 24, 2019 at 4:09 pm
24 Oct 2019: “Fox News”:
A hunter in Arkansas died after a deer he shot turned the tables — and reportedly attacked him.
Thomas Alexander, 66, is believed to have been killed as he was hunting in Yellville, an area roughly 102 miles east of Fayetteville, on Tuesday at about 6:30 p.m., officials said.
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Well, I suppose Alexander is not so great anymore…
Burn in Hell Alex!
There are few pleasures on this earth; but seeing human slime get their comeuppance is one of them.
October 24, 2019 at 4:54 pm
Every time a wicked person dies; the Universe becomes just a fraction cleaner.
Thus I very much celebrate the extermination of the wicked.
The idea that such outcomes are “accidents” is an absurdity.
There are Unseen Forces that determine one’s fate; and all human efforts to counter these forces is an exercise in futility.
“There’s a divinity that shapes our ends; rough hew them how we will.”
___Hamlet: Act V Scene 2
October 25, 2019 at 3:28 am
There are Unseen Forces that determine one’s fate…. There, I knew I wasn’t really paranoid.
October 25, 2019 at 3:25 am
Yellville, an area roughly 102 miles east of Fayetteville… Thanks for the help. Can you get there from here?
October 25, 2019 at 4:00 am
‘Tis no accident that Hecate is known as “She that operates from afar”.
October 29, 2019 at 1:13 am
I think I responded to this comment. Are you repeating yourself
October 29, 2019 at 3:52 pm
Pamela does not repeat Herself!
Does not repeat Herself!
October 30, 2019 at 1:00 am
Neither do do I I..
September 29, 2019 at 10:09 pm
Otto Hasslein posited that the future was a veritable highway…and by changing lanes one might change destinies..
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Here it is; and I’ll concede it is artfully presented; though I dissent from the conclusion:
It’s like Don Murray in the follow-up flic “Conquest of the Planet of the Apes”…when he had Caesar on the table and though he had given him 10,000 volts…and, somehow, the thing got disconnected…the point not being that Gov. Breck failed to alter history…but rather the moment of pity (the vice of monarchs!) that Breck evinced towards the Coming King when he thought he had him in his power:
“Eh, he’s not responsible for what he is.”
You cannot change what Must Be…
September 29, 2019 at 10:44 pm
You cannot change what Must Be…
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And then again; maybe you can….
“A pebble tossed from a beach can become a tsunami on the other side of the world. She is that pebble; while the Universe waits for that tidal wave to crash on The Other Side of Eternity.” ___Kagame
Can it be done? Kagame thinks so; and in the dramatization he is ultimately proven right…
I do not know Everything, so I cannot say for certain one way or the other; and if I could change The Projected Outcome; it would all be worth it…
September 29, 2019 at 10:55 pm
I’m riding the wave on the surfboard; will I crash or make the shore? What happens when I get there? I have to catch another wave. The rides the thing. Just make sure that when it all comes down it doesn’t come down on you. The inevitable is whatever happens. Don’t worry; be happy.
September 29, 2019 at 11:05 pm
Don’t worry; be happy.
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Bobby McFerrrin lives!
Is there *anything* Babs does not know?
*Giggles*
September 30, 2019 at 2:39 pm
500 years from now; when the Christians are burning Me at the stake…like they use to do to so many other witches across Europe…there will be thunder, lightning, and a Great Earthquake…and at that moment, a John Wayne lookalike dressed in full Centurion garb will stoically exclaim:
“Truly, this Woman was the Daughter of Satan.”
Lolzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 4ever.
September 30, 2019 at 3:10 pm
Will there be Christians 500 years from this day, DOB? Remember though, Love is the law.
September 30, 2019 at 3:41 pm
Always remember; the DOB is no enemy of the Christian; indeed, She is no person’s foe…
She has come to conquer; but not The Enemy; but Enmity itself; not The Antagonist; but All Antagonism.
October 27, 2019 at 8:53 pm
27 Oct 2019: AP: “John Conyers Jr., a Korean War veteran who was the longest serving African-American member of Congress in U.S. history, died Sunday at age 90, Detroit police have confirmed.”
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And he was featured so prominently in “The Arpaio Pardon” chapter of My Book!
Not very favorably; but quite prominently!
They are really starting to drop like flies!
October really is known for harvests!
I took the book down for a spell; hoping that if I reissue it in a few weeks; the attendant slanders / reviews will not follow the re-issuance.
Pamela plays the Long Game; as the Two Greatest Warriors are Patience & Time.
I told a distant relative who I am today; he reacted as Pentheus did when Dionysus revealed Himself in The Bacchae by Euripides.
Since whether he believes Me or not is quite beside the point; I took no umbrage with him. This planet will find out about Me soon enough; no need to hasten things.
I love Me so much; never did anyone love another as much as I love Me!
*Smiles Happily*
October 28, 2019 at 5:34 am
Monday is the 133rd anniversary of the dedication of that cool Statue of Me in NY Harbor!
*Smiles Happily*
October 29, 2019 at 1:24 am
You’re looking great, a trifle absurd, but great.
October 29, 2019 at 3:51 pm
The copper does not rust; but is does corrode…
October 30, 2019 at 1:00 am
Everything has a beginning and end.
October 31, 2019 at 1:42 am
I am all that was; all that is; and all that shall ever be; though unlike Mom; a couple of mortals *have* lifted My Veil…
As I told Dee & Kelly in the Spring of ’87 (1587, not 1987); “I am a virgin; yet deflowered”
Admittedly; a difficult concept to grasp…
*Evil Grin*
October 31, 2019 at 2:32 am
No, no not difficult if you know who Hera is what Virgo means.
October 28, 2019 at 7:32 pm
Robert Evans; who as the Head of Production @ Paramount crated “Rosemary’s Baby” dies Monday, 28 Oct 2019 @ the age of 89…
What a “coincidence”!
October 29, 2019 at 1:25 am
What a dork. Rosemary’s Baby must have been the tip of the conspiracy. Visible but ignored.
October 29, 2019 at 1:26 am
I have now run out of comments to reply to. I have a new post up. Praise the Lord and keep your powder dry.
October 29, 2019 at 3:50 pm
I have never held a gun in My hands in My Entire Life; not even a water pistol…
I am Refinement Incarnate…
October 30, 2019 at 12:59 am
The government made me do it.
October 29, 2019 at 4:19 pm
I have now run out of comments to reply to.
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I think we should probably put all new comments in the latest threads henceforth; I am just finishing up…
Reminds me of that Red Foxx joke…
One call girl asks the other call girl:
“Do you smoke when you finish?”
The other replied:
“I don’t know; I never look”
October 30, 2019 at 1:07 am
Very funny. The words just keep coming.