MILLENIAL FEVERS

Or,

"How I Learned Surrenderance(sic) and Began To Enjoy This Durned Apocalypse"

(wherein, during the days to come, shall be discussed the following:)

Physical Location (mine)

Medical Condition (mine)

Kosmic Address (mine, ours)

Electoral Politics (ours, theirs)

Global Concerns (everybody's)

Economy (nobody's)

Woo (His n' Hers)

Disclaimer:  Its been a while since I posted to this blog, for which absence I've no excuse, except to say that by the time I left on my, er, "sabbatical" several months ago, the once rampant fun-factor around here (for me, Dear Ones, for me,) had been near totally sucked down a myriad of black holes that festered into being like vortex zombies wraithing through a Long Night of the Living Dead - said up-writhing more or less coinciding with the semi-tortured surprise Hoovering of dear wee Zaadz into the behemoth embrace of Good Fathership Gaiam. (GFG, heh heh . . . and, with all due credit and apologies ((seriously now)) to the wondrous and nurturing Gaia crew who mediated this apparently non-elective surgical identity heist.)

As is my wont when so vexed, I first take everybody else's inventory and, when finally bored with that, turned to look within for my own part(s) in such tumultuous proceedings.  Much was discovered (no surprise there) and it is my intention during the weeks to come to share some of those findings with you.  For instance, one thing I learned was that (horrors) most of what I got so worked up over had absolutely nothing to do with me - yet I took it personally!  Imagine that!!  Well, I'm over it now, see . . . and as long as everybody friggin' be-hav-es themselves and treats me with kid friggin' gloves, there won't be any more trouble.  OK? (heh heh . . .)

Those who already know me (or are at least familiar with my literary excesses) can expect more of the same.  For those of you to whom I am fresh, new, and still mysterious, please be aware that the word "florid" has been used in reference to my style of correspondence.  One need only visit a few of my earlier postings to this blog for an approximation of the affect.  Sadly however, some of my more noteworthy (read juicy and irresponsible) disclamations are buried deep in old cyberhallic threads where long-passed political, ideological, scientific, and spiritual fisticuffs were once the order of the day.

A bygone era perhaps, especially now that we are all supposed to be rowing in the same direction; which point brings me to a summation of my thoughts about the recent US election. "Obamanointment" (heh heh) was, for me, like FDA-approved group sex after which I didn't want anybody to get out of bed in the morning and break the spell.  I am pleased to report the persistence of this feeling with elaborations to follow in time.

And who cares about more fractiousness anyway?  For surely, as we sweep like ants on a sodden leaf into the maw of the widening gyre, nothing really matters afterall, but rest assured of this, oh ye fresh and unsuspecting:  strong language will be used, pontifications are inevitable, "facts" will be distorted as well as outright in-ven-ted, accountability will be in short supply, and ass-talking will abound. 

So, "Ahem,"  "Oh Yeah," . . . and, might I say, its good to be back.  Oh, one more thing: may divine grace forever besot all those who kept a candle burning fer yrs. trly.