In the name of Zeus, look it up! The information that is available before you now anent a host of subjects is incalculable. Yet, despite such, so many scratch their collective noggins and wonder why they know little or nothing about the obvious.
Lionel. One name. Like God. A cab driver once asked me what Lionel’s last name was. I responded, “One name. Like Elvis, Cher.” He responded, “Oh, yeah. Like God.” No disrespect intended.
Putting the X in Xmas. The labarum ☧, denoting Chi-Rho, a christogram, is the etymology of Xmas from the Greek letter Chi in Χριστός. So, take that all you Xmas naysayers. Now, as far as the apparent geoengineering, chemtrails and nanoparticulates . . . nothing to see here. Move on.
Gone are the dreams of a sentient people. From the way we bow before dead trees refusing to acknowledge the ceremony’s pagan antecedents to how we’ve handed the keys of our news collection agencies to children, this once proud yet jejune people (a mere 239 years) now grovels in a detached cluelessness unrivaled in modern time. And with that I wish you a Merry Christmas.
For every complex problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong.
Mencken said it best. But herein, I may just have said it better. I will discuss a variety of specious arguments being made from various groups and collect the points of view. As I’ve stated innumerably, the ability to critically think appears to be a lost art. But as lost artists, we will slog ahead nonetheless. And please note the actual reality and horror supra. That’s what needs to be told. The truth. Reality.
