Sibylline Spydra

Centuries ago,
Concurrent with the 50th Olympiad
Not long before the expulsion of Rome's kings
An old woman
"Who was not a native of the country"
Arrived incognita in Rome.
She offered nine books of prophecies to
King Tarquin
And as the king declined to purchase them
Owing to the exorbitant price she demanded,
She burned three and offered
The remaining six to Tarquin
At the same stiff price
Which he again refused
Whereupon she burned three more and
Repeated her offer.
Tarquin then relented and
Purchased the last three
At the full original price
Whereupon she
"Disappeared from among men."

In Iambic Octameter

originally published 5/7/11

Embrace ye not the deceivers

And pay the liar no homage;

Tear off the linsey-woolsey suits

Of the sheep’s clothing worn by wolves.

Milquetoasts take warmth and soft comfort

In lives of quick and sure safety;

But heroes do not hesitate

To pay Freedom's steep, hoary price.

Friends, citizens and countrymen,

The moment of truth approaches:

On that day's dark, awful dawning,

Which way do you think you will choose?

the 2008 ad campaign

The definition of SCION

• a detached living portion of a plant (as a bud or a shoot) joined aerially to a graft
• aristocratic descendent
• scion of a railroad empire

Merely some fractured fairy tale?

Or could it mean something much more?

See for yourselves, and then discern.

They always go green in the end.

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this post shall serve as preamble

to one sibyl's sober portent

aftertaste

"Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host.
But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean."
-Maya Angelou 

the taste in my mouth that comes after being wrongly accused by those who would bear me false witness is horrible and gangrenous

I forgive those who would conclude or consider that my son’s illness is all in his head, or worse yet, that I somehow deliberately sickened my son

but I shall never forget that awful aftertaste in my mouth, hard though I might try to swallow…

or the faces of our accusers, though my tears blink to wash their memories away

sweet nothing

Boo

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Just Evil

I don't often post something without commentary, 

but this film speaks for itself.

A compelling and intensely personal documentary concerning generational child sexual abuse. 

viewer discretion advised.

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Scientific Notation Congratulation

 

Wow, my puny math brain boggles.

 

8.0 x 10⁴

 

Thanks guys.

 

Ill be posting again shortly...

 

certainly there's no dearth of things to write about.

Parting words

I'm going offline...for a while, maybe permanently; Facebook, too.

Thanks for your support over the years.

Take care and be well.