A Nation Past the Point of No Return

How did America fall into a complete state of authoritarian psychosis? Slowly at first, then all at once.

It's all happening so quickly, and I really don't know how much longer I'll be able to blog anywhere at all. So why don't we sift through the rubble of a nation's sanity and see what we can learn while we still can. We've got a lot to go over this coming week, so check back frequently. We'll start with that absolute shrieking madness...

Welcome Back, My Friends, To the Show That Never Ends, We're So Glad You Could Attend, Come Inside, Come Inside

Well, well, well. Interesting to see the series finale of The Apprentice: White House end on a cliffhanger like this. It's a good thing we can't go anywhere because I have a feeling we are in for a rollicking round of ruddy ritualism in the days ahead. 

I just miss the days when reality TV was unscripted.

If the Thunder Don't Get You Then the Lightning Will

 

 A few years back I started incoherently ranting on about some insane notion I had that an obscure dream pop diva was in fact the Sibyl -- or the Oracle of the Apocalypse -- of this age. This wasn't exactly a sudden realization, it's something I'd been pondering for over thirty years at that point. I can't blame anyone for not believing me: I didn't have a lot of data to work with at that point and didn't yet understand how oracles had traditionally worked in antiquity (hint: exactly like this one does now).

That Ol' Time Ritual Religion

Left: January 6 1/6 in American notation Right: June 1, 2016 1/6/16 in European notation

Everyone enjoying their traditional Saturnalia pageant? It's been a lot of fun watching Jupiter Dolichenus AKA Ba'al Hadad return to his temple on Capitoline Hill, don't you think? 

Well, fun for everyone except the woman who was chosen for the traditional Saturnian blood sacrifice. But you know what they all say: there can be no true religion without sacrifice.

Meet Your New Gods, Same as the Old Gods

 

Take a good look at the future, my friends. Pretty much everything I've been ranting about to anyone who will listen these past fourteen years is encapsulated into eight short minutes of canned video of a fake performance in front of a fake crowd gathered in a fake Times Square.