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Abortion Games: The Lady Priest

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1 She stands alone, her hair unveiled for God, a cup held high as if to offer laud. And with her lips she whispers words most holy; she takes the bread and says, “This is my body.” Then from the cup she takes a drink of water, her spirit hot to channel God as Daughter. “O holy, holy, holy, Lord Most High,” she sings, but in her heart knows it’s a lie. 2 A voice came from behind, with honeyed tones: “Why do you speak as if your god were bones?” In fear she spills the golden cup she holds, then spins around, three women to behold. One dressed in black, pearls dangling from her wrist, her red mouth pursed as if she had been kissed. One dumpling fat, with floury arms and cheeks, the other gaunt, as if she’d starved for weeks. 3 “Angel, dear, we come here with an offer: something to help fill your church’s coffer. A little thing, we hope you won’t refuse, a sister whom we gave the right to choose. She’s one with us, but now she’s split in two; we long to guide her on a path that’s true. You

Drag Queen Story Hour

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# DracoAlchemicus # RainbowTime

Spice Wars Study Guide

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  “He who controls the spice controls the universe.”  — Frank Herbert, Dune  (1965) It came to me in a flash last summer .  Why the United States of America had spent the past two decades trying to control Afghanistan.  Why Big Pharma was pushing the vaccines.  It was the spice. The opium of the poppy fields. The opioids of Big Pharma.  Everything was about controlling the spice. And always had been. Once upon a time, there was a Silk Road. You’ve heard of it I’m sure. The caravan road across the middle of the great Eurasian continent, linking the treasures of the Orient with the markets of the West.  Except throughout the Middle Ages, the markets in the West weren’t much to speak of. A few Italian city-states. A few burghers in the north. Back in high school, I did a presentation about the fairs where they sold their spices. I even wore a costume—a hat that I got at the Renaissance Faire north of Houston, the autumn before I started college there. I had a basket full of spices and a h

Somewhere Under the Rainbow

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  PSA: Passing under a rainbow will make you trans. It’s true! I read it in a book about rainbows. I’ll give you the full passage so we are both on the same page: In some folklore, the rainbow’s most prominent sexual trait is its ability to change people’s gender. For Bohemian girls younger than seven years old, passing beneath the rainbow is a transsexual experience. Hungarians are less restrictive and believe that sex changes happen to anyone who passes through the arch. Serbian, French, and Albanian folklore all give the rainbow transsexual power over humans (and sometimes animals). Two Ohioans recently [1981] offered different accounts of rainbow-driven sex changes. The Chinese I Ching  (twelfth century B.C.) hints at the sexual mutability of the rainbow when it says “The rainbow is the combination of yin and yang,” the complementary female and male opposites contained in all life. The seemingly strange optics of real rainbows probably prompts such beliefs. You don’t say. In case y

Rainbow Queen

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A little test. Non sine sole iris. And a great sign appeared in heaven: A woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. —Revelation 12:1 And the woman was clothed round about with purple and scarlet, and gilt with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand, full of the abomination and filthiness of her fornication. —Revelation 17:4 THERE IS NO RAINBOW WITHOUT THE SUN. Let Israel weepe, the house of Iacob mourne, Syon is fallne, and Iudah left forlorne, The Hill of Hermon drops no precious oyle, Nor fruitfull Bashan , from his fartest soile, But Dauids throne has all his beautie lost, So farre admit’d through euery forreine coast. The Paradice and Eden of our Land Planted and kept by GODS Almightie Hand: —John Lane, An elegie vpon the death of the high and renowned princesse, our late Soueraigne Elizabeth  (1603) Images: Virgin of Guadalupe (ca. 1700); Rainbow Portrait  of Queen Elizabeth I  Discuss on

The Iron Horse of the Corn Oligarchs

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A mosaic. Stills from Mean Mary on fast banjo—Iron Horse (left), and Marjorie Taylor Greene on Telegram (right). Discuss on Telegram . The Dragon is coming. Keep watch .

White Pirate Supremacy: Breaking the Code

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Code breaking from my Telegram channel , where it goes to 11.  A thread in answer to the question, “ What to do with this ‘white supremacy’ we see everywhere? ” Fight the Dragon. Join my Telegram channel:  https://t.me/fencingbearatprayer .  If you came here from Telegram, you will find backstory on my battle with the Dragon in the archives !  Advanced Dragon training is ongoing in the Dragon Common Room . 

Confessions of a New World Sugar Eater

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  Sugar is a drug.   This observation will not come as news to long-time readers of this blog. I used to harp on it regularly , back in the day when I discovered Atkins and was cutting the carbs to lose weight . I can happily report that I have kept myself on a relatively low-carb diet since (ten years, woohoo!), but this past year and half were challenging, especially the six weeks in autumn 2020 that I spent with my mother while my step-father was dying. The house was full  of cookies and chocolates and more cookies made by her friends from church, and I ate all of them.  I tried resisting, but it just didn’t seem worth it. My step-father was dying; my brother and I were there to comfort our mother; and resisting the sugar seemed so pointless. Why not give in and get fat?  Except that somehow I knew, deep down, it wasn’t about getting fat.  It was about feeding the demons.  Have I told you about the year I spent eating frozen Krispy Kreme doughnuts when I was in elementary school