The Never-Ending Ritual: Oil of Angels

Well, we're almost halfway through summer and the Secret Sunification of "Reality" quote-unquote continues apace. I apologize in advance. Without further ado let's proceed to this week's liturgy.

Turn to the all-important page 44 of your hymnals...

The Orbserver in the White House

Shortly after high noon on the 17th, Donald Trump addressed the media over the firestorm raised by the intelligence community over the Helsinki summit, ostensibly to walk back statements he made at the Helsinki summit. Not long after Trump began speaking, the lights in the conference room went out, "accidentally" turned off by Chief of Staff John Kelly.

You won't believe what happened next!

Dog Days Media Blitz: Reach the Rock

Are those Sickles? J'ai Alai cestas?

Everyone loves The Rock. You love him, I love him, America loves him, the world loves him. Hell, even my dog loves The Rock. Yours probably does too.

And seeing as how the Rock's breakout role in Hollywood was as The Scorpion King, (extremely) loosely based on the Protodynastic King of Egypt some believe was in fact a title for Narmer, he of Narmer Pallette fame, I bet he's got a lot of fans in corner offices.

Because you know when that's your big break, some very influential people have big plans for you. Very big plans indeed.

Adventures Beyond the (MK)Ultraworld (UPDATED)

Yes, they said "adrenochrome"

OK, I'm back. Miss me? Really? Aww.

Anyway, as per usual in the new normal there's more insanity out there to sort through than I have time or space to do it, and as per usual my valued spies and esteemed moles have been scanning the Borgsong for dank syncs and slipping them under my door (and per usual there are sadly more of those than I can process but I greatly appreciate them all the same). 

You'd think the mad parade would slow down for the summer but Entrainment never sleeps.

Time and Thai, or Please Come Home for Mithras

I'm still collating the information we're hearing coming out of Thailand concerning the rescue of a boys' soccer team and their coach from a cave that was flooded by monsoon rains. I'm not going on record with any of this quite yet but we're seeing quite a lot of ritual and symbol tied up in all of this, both overt and perhaps somewhat less so.

Which makes perfect sense given the way things have been going this year.

Infotrainment Week: Hunk of Burning Love

Well, it looks like the Wicker Man meme isn't going anywhere any time soon. I wish it would; the Nic Cage travesty nearly ruined the original for me.  

But what exactly is the pretext here?

The Killing Moon, the River of Death (UPDATED)

I understand some people might still not grasp the sheer, cyclopean scale of the Tsunami of Sync surrounding the drowning death of an obscure yet highly-regarded rock singer twenty-one years ago, or the mind-boggling width and depth of the high strangeness hovering over that singer's onetime lover, herself a well-regarded (and immensely influential) cult singer. 

Not to mention a strange attractor the likes of which I've never even imagined, never mind've seen.