Time Hath, My Lord, A Wallet At His Back

The Solstice has passed and nobody this year did that triple-death-and-bury-in-the-bog thang that chivvies the gods into restarting the warmth and light, so we're fooked good and proper.

 

We are anyway, gods or no. Imbeciles! Degenerate treasonous poltroons, herds of them! Droves! Must have been something in the fluoridation.

 

A happy New Year to you all and roll on the civil war.

You Wait Six Months For A Solstice And Then One Comes Along At Once

                                                               Sol Invictus

 Is there any person in any position of authority anywhere in this God-forsaken country of ours who isn't a compound of arrogance, corruption, incompetence and treason?

 

Is there a new Cambridge Five, yet to be unmasked, skulking about the Establishment, skilfully dissimulating the integrity and loyalty that lurk in their hearts?