Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Ass's Ears
'Tis a fine, foolish thing to wear a crown.
(Proverb of New Crete)
Sometimes Old Hornie wears an ass's ears.
Tomorrow is Thirteenth Night, the last of Yule, when the Merry Monarch of Misrule holds sway.
It's a short reign, but a merry one.
Pour the liquor, spread the board: one final feasting before the end.
Lean times are coming, coming soon. A winter of discomfort and austerity lies ahead.
So fill your belly now, and drink until you reel.
For the Lord of Misrule wields his bauble-scepter and wears his ass-ear crown for but a brief time more.
And then we kill him.
Bold Yuletide is past;
Thirteenth Night is the last.
So we bid you adieu:
great joy to the New!
Above: Nigel Jackson, Misrule!
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