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Vale, Youdopia. I’m not much of a prog rock fan, although I certainly had my share of Yes albums in high school. I really dig Rick Wakeman’s keyboard playing, still. I came across this on Youtube today, and I listened to it a billion times on headphones, but this time without the weed. It’s still great. The chord progression is unique, the bass playing of Chris Squire is excellent, Steve Howe is an amazing guitarist (Mood For A Day is one of the most beautiful classical pieces I’ve ever heard), and Rick Wakeman is a keyboard virtuoso.

Listen to the bass build the tension and then release by sliding to the root, in time for the keyboards to take over with the mellotron chorus. Good stuff. And then when Rick Wakeman comes in with that amazing solo. I am not a progressive rock fan, as a rule. I don’t dig songs about the not to distant future, or hope, or sunrise, but… I like Yes. And the last section of the Starship Trooper cycle is The Coolest Shit Ever.

So here I stand at 40 saying that Yes is/was and awesome band that I like twice yearly. It must be that time of year. There’s no video to this, only the album cover, and you just hear the last segment of the song (Wurm), but it’s live and it’s fucking amazing. And hey, it’s not about Led Zeppelin or cancer, or fucking lolcats.

Chris Squire and Alan White got together with Jimmy Page in 1981, after their respective bands went belly up, and recorded some tracks, all of which were used later by one or the other on different projects. Their project was called XYZ, for Ex Yes, and Zeppelin. w00t.

Here’s a shorter version of the same song, but with some video. The sound quality isn’t as good, which is odd because it’s an official release.

My blogger friend, Butterfly has been moved to the ICU. It pains me to write this, but it’s what happens. Her husband has been reading her all the tweets, emails, and texts that those who are rooting for her are sending. She has a work safe version of her cancer blog, and it’s here. Lifelovecancer.wordpress.com. She’s 31 years old. Give a read. It’s as fascinating as it is heartbreaking. It’s been rough on Kiki, because it’s an echo of Cindy, the woman who died in her arms, in the helicopter crash. In any case it’s sad. She’s a sweet soul, and I want you all, dear youdopians, to know her.

Poor boys and pilgrims with families, and we’re all going to Graceland.

I knew Obama was going to win when his grandma died the night before the election. That’s mythic. When you’re dealing with something this big, you expect mythic actions. President-Elect Obama has the dubious distinction of being an Archetype.  That’s good and bad. On one hand, he’s a virtual demigod, and his name already will live forever. How many children were created on Election night, and how many will be named Barack? Time will tell. That’s the upside.

The downside is that Mr Obama can never live up to the hype. Of course, the last young, vibrant couple who took over the White House and shook things up were the Kennedys.  The Clintons… wolves in sheep’s clothing there. That’s a belabored point, but a valid one. It’s not easy being a manifestation of the Zeitgeist. When the spirit leaves him, he’ll just be a man (Father, Father, why have you forsaken me?), and the collective doesn’t really want a man. The Sun smiled upon George W once, remember? (twice if we’re talking elections) Now he’ll be lucky to get a job in the Garden Center at the Crawford Wal-Mart.

May you live in interesting times. Indeed.

Btw- That creature is still slouching toward Bethlehem.

Hail Eris,

Discordian.com asks a favor.

This American election represents a chance to retake the memetic landscape of the US. PLEASE HELP.

To the US Americans on this list:
Please vote for Barack Obama.

To the Californians on this list:
Please vote NO on Prop 8.

To everyone else:
Please urge your friends in the US and California to vote for Obama and against Prop 8. While the US may be waning, it is still a cultural behemoth in the world, and its policies affect people everywhere. Please help.

Please vote TOMORROW NOVEMBER 4. Don’t know your polling place? http://maps.google.com/vote

Let me tell you why this should matter to you, as a Discordian.

We normally avoid politics in an official capacity (though everyone involved in Discordian.com and KallistiCon holds strong political opinions, we rarely mix politics and irreligion). This year is different.

We had to say something!

There are many of you who say that voting doesn’t matter, it only upholds the validity of the state and that either candidate is a vote for The System.

We refuse to believe that!

The System doesn’t need your vote to feel validated, and we DO need your vote to make things in this country and the rest of the world a little better. If anything, The System wants you to feel disenfranchised and apathetic so it can get on with fucking you over while you lay the fuck down and let it.

Don’t be duped into thinking you don’t matter!

Here’s our top 5 reasons to PLEASE VOTE FOR OBAMA:

5. Our goal is to make this world and this country a weirder, better, more fun place to live. Given the governmental structure, we feel we must be involved and engaged in governance of this country. The government isn’t falling any time soon (and we must admit that if it did, we’d probably be the first against the wall), so in order to have a government that sucks less, we have to get involved. Voting may be a small gesture, but it is a first step on the way towards reclaiming an American government that represents ALL the people, even the Discordians.

4. Palin may be hot, but she’s also a scary Christian dominionist. She is a “prayer warrior” and a part of a group that seeks to control governments all across the world to create a one-world government for Jesus. I wish I were joking. Start your research here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/bruce-wilson/katherine-harris-was-in-s_b_140164.html You better believe that the more power these people get, the more danger we crazy heretics are in. If you want more links, email stmae@discordian.com.

3. On a practical level, much of the law that affects our daily lives is based on case law and decisions from the Supreme Court. The next President will have the chance to replace as many as 3 Supreme Court justices. Even a less-rabidly-conservative Republican like McCain will appoint conservative justices, and this will tip the balance to a majority conservative bench. These people will be in place for decades after this President is gone. We cannot afford a majority conservative Supreme Court!

2. Supply-side economics sucks! Trickle down doesn’t fucking trickle down. The current global economic crisis can be directly traced to deregulation of Federal economic policy - deregulation pushed by, endorsed by and voted for by McCain.

1. What better way to piss off all the racists at once than to elect a black President? Obviously not all those who oppose Obama are racists, but all the racists sure do hate him. Seriously, what better Jake than to anger every white supremacist asshole in the country?

You may be reading this and saying, “so I don’t like McCain, but what about Nader?” Let’s be realistic here - Nader is not going to win, nor is any other third party candidate. Voting for a third party is about securing funding for them for future elections, and about registering dissent with the two-party system. This is important, and if you’re in a very safely Democrat state, please go ahead and vote your conscience. If you are in a contested or red state, please consider that this year, the Sucks Less Party may win and your vote can really help make a nation-wide difference. We humbly ask you to vote Democrat even if you have to hold your nose to do it.

For the Californians, here’s why you should vote against Prop 8.

Prop 8 seeks to remove the right of same sex couples to marry by amending the state Constitution to define marriage as being between one man and one woman.

You should vote against it because:

5. Amending the state Constitution to remove a right - any right - sets a dangerous precedent.

4. Yet again, pissing off bigots = WIN.

3. The very right to privacy is based on the fact that the US Constitution does not define marriage or private relationships. We don’t have a Constitutionally guaranteed right to privacy, it’s all based on case law. Amending the California Constitution paves the way towards an amendment of the US Constitution, and then you can kiss your privacy goodbye.

2. The pro-8 jerks say that voting down 8 means kids will get taught about gay marriage in schools, while the anti-8 people say they won’t. We say, it’s dangerously ignorant for a kid not to learn about queer people. Bring it the fuck on.

1. Hollywood. Where would our entertainment industry be without gay people? Letting same sex couples marry in our state will attract talented creative people in all industries and can only be good for our economy, not to mention what we watch on television and on the big screen.

Obviously there are a lot more reasons to vote for Obama and against Prop 8, and if you’re interested send an email to stmae@discordian.com and we’ll happily feed you more.

Will Obama be a perfect President? Of course not. Will he be a wonderful representative for Discordians, in all our freaky glory? Probably not. Will he maybe actually listen to us (instead of ignoring, disenfranchising, and criminalizing us as Bush has)? Yes. Is he the best choice we’ve had in decades? HELL FUCKING YES.

Please don’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good.

Please vote tomorrow, and please vote for Obama.

Discordians, progressives, and weirdos around the world will thank you. Feel free to pass this on, repost, whatever.

All hail Discordia,

St. Mae
Discordian.com

Hi, youdopians,

The motivation matters not. I think this is funny.

Youdopians, I love John Paul Jones! He had a Q&A at a guitar clinic recently, and this is what he had to say about a tour with Jimmy Page, and Jason Bonham. Robert Plant? Probably not. I would love to see the boys play again. They hit it out of the park at the 02 reunion. We’ll see. They may not call it Led Zeppelin, but I’d love to see it, whoever they have singing.

Youdopians, you have read about my friend, Butterfly Temptress, and her fight with stage 4 cervical cancer. Well, her insurance won’t cover her pre-existing condition, and the lab WON’T TREAT HER ANYMORE because she can’t afford it. Oh, and the kicker? Her insurance, having literally left her to die, won’t even cover her pain medication. This leaves her bed ridden, bored, and in constant pain. Yay, america. Bring on the socialism, assholes. We all just paid 800 Billion dollars to keep a bunch of demons from experiencing the consequences of their idiocy… if you can give a dollar to Butterfly (obviously not her real name, but her real name is ten times more beautiful) then great. If you can’t, or won’t, then… leave a positive comment on her blog. A lot of her friends have abandoned her, because death, yes… death, is a buzzkill. Trust me when I tell you that a simple “hello and good luck” will help. She needs something more to do than write letters to her children to read… later. Jesus. Send her some love, please.

Image from Postsecret.com

Let me get right to the point: Our very own Best Sex Blogger, the Butterfly Temptress, is fighting for her life.  I mean that literally.  She is fighting to watch her children grow up and to grow old with her Knight.  I’m not just worked up and impassioned just because she’s fighting cancer, though.  No, what has me enraged is that she’s exerting precious energy fighting the system.  What kind of a country do we live in where we stand by and watch someone be denied cancer treatment because of money?  You know it happens — if you make just too much you don’t qualify for medicaid, and if you are like most of us, you’re working without benefits.  I suppose the lab has the right to deny her treatment, it is a business, but I could never imagine working for a company like that.  I wouldn’t last a day as a pharmacist - if a cancer patient came to me saying she needs pain medication, I would give it to her.

Well, I told the Butterfly Temptress that I am not going to sit idly by and watch as she is denied treatment that could save her life and medicine that can relieve her pain.  It’s inhumane.

Originally, I started posting about the series, but didn’t actually post them here.  They were all to be posted on the blog at EdenFantasys.com, as EdenFantasys.com has offered to match any monies raised between now and November 18th, 2008.  While it is my understanding that they have not rescinded their offer to match donations, it is also my impression that whether or not they post the remainder of the series is up in the air.  So, I have been given permission to post them here, so that we, her CommUNITY can repost them widely.

Now it is for us, her CommUNITY, to march beside her into battle.  You can read her post about finally accepting the support that I know this CommUNITY can offer her, and I don’t just mean financial support.  Please spread the word.  Twitter the link.  Please send a link here from your blog.  Please offer her your love and encouragement.  And if you are in a position to donate money to Butterfly, please remember that anything you give between now and November 18th is doubled and that 100% of every cent of every dollar goes straight to Butterfly (ok, so Paypal charges their fee).  I know some people are uncomfortable with Paypal, and I am sure that other arrangements can be made.

Start reading tomorrow as I post daily each part of the ten-part series: Life.Love.Cancer and start spreading the word now, please.  Start now by going to her post and giving her your love, encouragement, prayers, and blessings.  Fill her comments with emotional armor.

I awoke this morning to find this in my inbox. A friend of mine had the foresight to determine that I would enjoy this. She was correct, youdopians. It is a very humorous video about kitties. They’re not lolcats, but actual motion pictures with a beginning, middle, and end. It’s very clever, and has nothing to do with Obama, or the Apocalypse.

Yep, youdopians. There is a Texan (no word on if he’s from Bad Ass, Texas) but he sells these dandy stickers that one can place anywhere appopriate. Biphenyl.org is where I found this tidbit (via Boing Boing).  It’s been quite an intense week.  The collapse of the free market affected our business, and we made very little, but… kink never sleeps, and time passes.

My heart is telling me, I love you still.

I can see the turning of the key

I’ve been deceived by the clown inside of me

I thought that he was righteous but he’s vain

Something’s telling me, I wear the ball and chain

My patron saint is fighting with a ghost.

He’s always off somewhere when I need him most.

The Spanish Moon is rising on the hill,

But my heart is telling me, I love you still.

I’m smoking weed, listening to Led Zeppelin on my headphones, and looking at porn. It could be 1985.  The funny thing is, the porn is part of my job. I’m promoting it (Hi, Mom.) because I’m awesome at it. The funny thing is the Led Zeppelin and the w33d. It’s the perfect subject for Chaoist trinary perception. (Wow. I must be baked).  Let’s look at how one can  perceive (judge) this particular event in space/time.

1.) I haven’t matured a lick in 23 years, so I still listen to Led Zeppelin, smoke weed, and look at porn.

• Fuck off. In 1985 I would also being listening to Judas Priest, Jethro Tull, and The Cult. Also, I would be wearing a paisley shirt and white jeans. I would, however, have a 31 inch waist, and hair.

2.) I am following my bliss and I write porn because I’m getting paid to, and what the fuck. I like Led Zeppelin, and weed.

• I’m a good writer, a good marketer, and I like bondage porn, and more importantly, I like the people I work with (I work from home). I like Led Zeppelin. I like weed. I’m a grown up. Fuck off.

3.) Who the fuck cares? Get your head out of your ass and show a goddamn lolcat, or i’m going chew through my own nuts.

• See, this is why I smoke weed. Without weed I want to murder my family almost immediately. You, sir, with the nuts… are the winner. It doesn’t matter.

So, my actions are positive (true) in one sense, negative (false) in another sense, and meaningless in a third. w00t. I’m still broke. This is Truth. This is Truth.

Impermanence is the way of the world. Nothing lasts forever.

ha ha, charade you are

I ginked this straight off the NYT Op/Ed page. Sorry. There’s a permalink to the story at the bottom of the page. I see exactly what the RNC is doing. Getting the masses riled up to solve the problem of Obama. Bang. Thud. President McCain.

If you think way back to the start of this marathon campaign, back when it seemed preposterous that any black man could be a serious presidential contender, then you remember the biggest fear about Barack Obama: a crazy person might take a shot at him.

Some voters told reporters that they didn’t want Obama to run, let alone win, should his very presence unleash the demons who have stalked America from Lincoln to King. After consultation with Congress, Michael Chertoff, the homeland security secretary, gave Obama a Secret Service detail earlier than any presidential candidate in our history — in May 2007, some eight months before the first Democratic primaries.

“I’ve got the best protection in the world, so stop worrying,” Obama reassured his supporters. Eventually the country got conditioned to his appearing in large arenas without incident (though I confess that the first loud burst of fireworks at the end of his convention stadium speech gave me a start). In America, nothing does succeed like success. The fear receded.

Until now. At McCain-Palin rallies, the raucous and insistent cries of “Treason!” and “Terrorist!” and “Kill him!” and “Off with his head!” as well as the uninhibited slinging of racial epithets, are actually something new in a campaign that has seen almost every conceivable twist. They are alarms. Doing nothing is not an option.

All’s fair in politics. John McCain and Sarah Palin have every right to bring up William Ayers, even if his connection to Obama is minor, even if Ayers’s Weather Underground history dates back to Obama’s childhood, even if establishment Republicans and Democrats alike have collaborated with the present-day Ayers in educational reform. But it’s not just the old Joe McCarthyesque guilt-by-association game, however spurious, that’s going on here. Don’t for an instant believe the many mindlessly “even-handed” journalists who keep saying that the McCain campaign’s use of Ayers is the moral or political equivalent of the Obama campaign’s hammering on Charles Keating.

What makes them different, and what has pumped up the Weimar-like rage at McCain-Palin rallies, is the violent escalation in rhetoric, especially (though not exclusively) by Palin. Obama “launched his political career in the living room of a domestic terrorist.” He is “palling around with terrorists” (note the plural noun). Obama is “not a man who sees America the way you and I see America.” Wielding a wildly out-of-context Obama quote, Palin slurs him as an enemy of American troops.

By the time McCain asks the crowd “Who is the real Barack Obama?” it’s no surprise that someone cries out “Terrorist!” The rhetorical conflation of Obama with terrorism is complete. It is stoked further by the repeated invocation of Obama’s middle name by surrogates introducing McCain and Palin at these rallies. This sleight of hand at once synchronizes with the poisonous Obama-is-a-Muslim e-mail blasts and shifts the brand of terrorism from Ayers’s Vietnam-era variety to the radical Islamic threats of today.

That’s a far cry from simply accusing Obama of being a guilty-by-association radical leftist. Obama is being branded as a potential killer and an accessory to past attempts at murder. “Barack Obama’s friend tried to kill my family” was how a McCain press release last week packaged the remembrance of a Weather Underground incident from 1970 — when Obama was 8.

We all know what punishment fits the crime of murder, or even potential murder, if the security of post-9/11 America is at stake. We all know how self-appointed “patriotic” martyrs always justify taking the law into their own hands.

Obama can hardly be held accountable for Ayers’s behavior 40 years ago, but at least McCain and Palin can try to take some responsibility for the behavior of their own supporters in 2008. What’s troubling here is not only the candidates’ loose inflammatory talk but also their refusal to step in promptly and strongly when someone responds to it with bloodthirsty threats in a crowded arena. Joe Biden had it exactly right when he expressed concern last week that “a leading American politician who might be vice president of the United States would not just stop midsentence and turn and condemn that.” To stay silent is to pour gas on the fires.

It wasn’t always thus with McCain. In February he loudly disassociated himself from a speaker who brayed “Barack Hussein Obama” when introducing him at a rally in Ohio. Now McCain either backpedals with tardy, pro forma expressions of respect for his opponent or lets second-tier campaign underlings release boilerplate disavowals after ugly incidents like the chilling Jim Crow-era flashback last week when a Florida sheriff ranted about “Barack Hussein Obama” at a Palin rally while in full uniform.

From the start, there have always been two separate but equal questions about race in this election. Is there still enough racism in America to prevent a black man from being elected president no matter what? And, will Republicans play the race card? The jury is out on the first question until Nov. 4. But we now have the unambiguous answer to the second: Yes.

McCain, who is no racist, turned to this desperate strategy only as Obama started to pull ahead. The tone was set at the Republican convention, with Rudy Giuliani’s mocking dismissal of Obama as an “only in America” affirmative-action baby. We also learned then that the McCain campaign had recruited as a Palin handler none other than Tucker Eskew, the South Carolina consultant who had worked for George W. Bush in the notorious 2000 G.O.P. primary battle where the McCains and their adopted Bangladeshi daughter were slimed by vicious racist rumors.

No less disconcerting was a still-unexplained passage of Palin’s convention speech: Her use of an unattributed quote praising small-town America (as opposed to, say, Chicago and its community organizers) from Westbrook Pegler, the mid-century Hearst columnist famous for his anti-Semitism, racism and violent rhetorical excess. After an assassin tried to kill F.D.R. at a Florida rally and murdered Chicago’s mayor instead in 1933, Pegler wrote that it was “regrettable that Giuseppe Zangara shot the wrong man.” In the ’60s, Pegler had a wish for Bobby Kennedy: “Some white patriot of the Southern tier will spatter his spoonful of brains in public premises before the snow falls.”

This is the writer who found his way into a speech by a potential vice president at a national political convention. It’s astonishing there’s been no demand for a public accounting from the McCain campaign. Imagine if Obama had quoted a Black Panther or Louis Farrakhan — or William Ayers — in Denver.

The operatives who would have Palin quote Pegler have been at it ever since. A key indicator came two weeks after the convention, when the McCain campaign ran its first ad tying Obama to the mortgage giant Fannie Mae. Rather than make its case by using a legitimate link between Fannie and Obama (or other Democratic leaders), the McCain forces chose a former Fannie executive who had no real tie to Obama or his campaign but did have a black face that could dominate the ad’s visuals.

There are no black faces high in the McCain hierarchy to object to these tactics. There hasn’t been a single black Republican governor, senator or House member in six years. This is a campaign where Palin can repeatedly declare that Alaska is “a microcosm of America” without anyone even wondering how that might be so for a state whose tiny black and Hispanic populations are each roughly one-third the national average. There are indeed so few people of color at McCain events that a black senior writer from The Tallahassee Democrat was mistakenly ejected by the Secret Service from a campaign rally in Panama City in August, even though he was standing with other reporters and showed his credentials. His only apparent infraction was to look glaringly out of place.

Could the old racial politics still be determinative? I’ve long been skeptical of the incessant press prognostications (and liberal panic) that this election will be decided by racist white men in the Rust Belt. Now even the dimmest bloviators have figured out that Americans are riveted by the color green, not black — as in money, not energy. Voters are looking for a leader who might help rescue them, not a reckless gambler whose lurching responses to the economic meltdown (a campaign “suspension,” a mortgage-buyout stunt that changes daily) are as unhinged as his wanderings around the debate stage.

To see how fast the tide is moving, just look at North Carolina. On July 4 this year — the day that the godfather of modern G.O.P. racial politics, Jesse Helms, died — The Charlotte Observer reported that strategists of both parties agreed Obama’s chances to win the state fell “between slim and none.” Today, as Charlotte reels from the implosion of Wachovia, the McCain-Obama race is a dead heat in North Carolina and Helms’s Republican successor in the Senate, Elizabeth Dole, is looking like a goner.

But we’re not at Election Day yet, and if voters are to have their final say, both America and Obama have to get there safely. The McCain campaign has crossed the line between tough negative campaigning and inciting vigilantism, and each day the mob howls louder. The onus is on the man who says he puts his country first to call off the dogs, pit bulls and otherwise.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/12/opinion/12rich.html?partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

Ok, Youdopia, Yes I would fuck Sarah Palin. Hard and rough and leave her with an extreme case of Stockholm Syndrome. But.. instead of having a Hockey Mom run the country, why not a Lumberjack? I prefer Michael Palin. His accent is nicer.

I used to live in Eugene, Oregon. Most days I still wish I did. One of the best things about Oregon is the quality of life… by that I mean the little things. Beer is better. There are ten million microbrews. Weed is better. OMG the weed is better, and the coffee, Lord, the coffee. My favorite coffee in the whole world comes from Café Mam. I’m not lying. I’ve been out of Oregon for four years, and still.. to this day, I order a five pound bag of Othello Blend beans at least once a year.

The beans themselves are roasted for YOU. When you order, they fill a bag with the freshest beans from the roaster, not from the backstock. Also, the beans are European Grade, which means you get no clinkers, fragments, or chips; only whole, shiny, beautiful beans. These pictures are what you get when you order, there’s no bait and switch. I want a picture of the beans big enough to use as my wallpaper for my desktop.

And talk about Hippy! Café Mam beans are so Earth Friendly that the banners they use to show all their green ways would take up two and one half VW bumpers. They’re Fair Trade, 100% Organic, Shade Grown, Bird Friendly, Swiss Water Decaffeinated…honestly… Chris Martin and Sting would have to have a baby to make something as politically and socially ethical.

Here’s the best part. It is the best coffee in the whole entire world. I’m not kidding. It’s like getting a package from a more substantial place. You open the box, and suddenly the world is not sepia, because your in Technicolor OZ.

Why am I writing this? Because I truly love Café Mam. If you’ve bought from them before, and reorder (at least before the site upgrade) they would ship your order that day, and you could just send a check.

There is little in life that is truly wonderful. Café Mam coffee makes that short list. I love it. It is objectively wonderful.

Do I think this clip was leaked? Well, youdopia, yes I do. I think it was leaked on purpose, but I think it was leaked. It’s pretty funny, as funny as the Simpsons get most days. Twenty years is a long time.  I hope you enjoy this little clip.

I made a friend today. Her name (here in the floating world) is the Butterfly Temptress, and she’s sweet, funny, kind, and ill. She has stage 4 cervical cancer, and it’s travelled through her lymphatic system throughout her body… including her brain stem. Kiki spent some time online with her yesterday, picking out caskets. When Whitney’s school crisis came up, and we held a raffle to help raise funds, Butterfly Temptress donated money. She was fighting this, and in a financial crisis of her own (it costs a lot to die in America)… and yet she gave, and gave freely.

Now we’re raising money for her, and the wheel rolls on. The immanence of death makes the friendship process all the more intense and honest, because there isn’t time to fuck around. There’s no real point to this post, aside from the immediate and real.

So, ok.

This cup, dear Youdopians, dates rom the Second Century BCE, to the First Century AD.  It is one of the Coolest Things Ever and here’s why. It was found during a marine archaeology dig in Alexandria, Egypt. The cup, although they call it a bowl, so let’s go with “bowl” … even though it’s a cup… bears the following inscription:

The full engraving on the bowl reads, “DIA CHRSTOU O GOISTAIS,” which has been interpreted by the excavation team to mean either, “by Christ the magician” or, “the magician by Christ.”

Simon says, some may have thought Christ a Magus. Christianity is not a monolith, and it’s roots branch very widely indeed. Kind of thought you might like this. The article from which I ginked the image and the quote is linked to the image, and can also be found here.

Hello, youdopia. This will cease to be relevent in moments, but I thought it worth posting. John McCain cancelled on Letterman, to “race back to Washington” because of this economic downturn hysteria, and… well… watch.

Well, my youdopians, it is time for a lolcat… and not just any lolcat, but moving picture. Indeed.