That Time I Went to Aleister Crowley's Burial Site...

Seven-plus-seven years ago, I took it upon myself to journey in search of the site hosting Aleister Crowley's earthly remains. 

Did I travel to the misty moors of the Scottish Highlands? Sadly, no. 

Did I travel to the ancient, sun-baked shores of Sicily? Not quite. 

Did I travel to the gloomy ports of Salem, or as many now know it, Arkham? Not this time. 

Did I descend into the dank, corpse-lined catacombs beneath the Eternal City of Rome?

Kill or Be Kilt

Strange and unsettling times we live in. But understanding the present-- and the future-- requires us to understand the past. Which is probably why there's such a massive, worldwide effort to erase the past and to stigmatize anyone trying to learn its lessons...

The Veil Isn't Down. It's Gone.

I don't know how or why, but the environment around me has grown increasingly strange and dream-like at night. The skies are wildly variable, but on nights like tonight seem to shimmer with a maddening orange-gray luminescence that I don't recall seeing all that much outside of, well, my dreams.

Doctor Who: Another Woke Bites the Dust

The totalitarian murder-suicide-pact cult of Woke claims another victim: the venerable Doctor Who franchise, which heretofore had always preached traditional liberal values, is the latest sacrifice on the illiberal altar of intersectionalism. 

The World Outside Your Window

Here's a small sampling of the tens of thousands of grackles invaded my neighborhood. This was taken out my window just a short while ago.  

They left just as soon as they came. I've never seen so many birds in my life.

Shadows and Tall Trees, or a Little Night Magic.

Bundle up and turn your phone off.  You're all coming with Linda and me, out into the cold, dark night. There are some spirits there who'd like to meet you, and we mustn't keep them waiting. 

Let me introduce you around...

Kevin Must Be Missing an Angel

Wow, Kevin Spacey just races from triumph to triumph, doesn't he? Man, what I'd give to have a peek at that man's blackmail file. He probably had to buy himself an old missile silo just to store it all.

If this keeps up, I can see him becoming a studio head before the New Year is out. Real-life Lex Luthor, indeed.