Personal mental problem (31-HP Day 11)

You say I have a mental problem
You insist that I am ill
Not evolved enough to understand you
That an enlightened being of prime intelligence
Would totally agree with you
If I was really smart, you say
Then I would obey your every whim

Well, I am sorry that you hurt
Because I won't follow you
But your ideas are boorish
And a touch immature
They smell of cheap tequila
And dollar a gallon perfume
Yes, it's a personal mental problem for sure

Oh yes, you are smarter than me
Yet you seek my advice
Yes, you are more experienced than me
Yet I have more scars
You know my business better than I do
Yet I am the one with the profit
Oh yes, I do see a personal mental problem here

You rack up evidence of your truth
Bogus websites and shady reviews
Plus a history that is truly daft
Oh yes, the problem is with me
Being unable to follow you
Because I am laughing too hard to even walk straight
Oh yes, it is definitely a mental problem I suffer from

Yes, I need some counseling and some happy pills
A priest and salvation
A guru and enlightenment
But most importantly, complete adherence to your will
Yet I would rather stuck with my lowly opinion
That you are a complete and utter prate
The cheese in the fridge is less green than you

And yes, there is a personal mental problem here
On that I would agree
But no amount of exorcism
Therapy or dog-kissing
Will negate the fact that I am old and grumpy
Quite unwilling to believe your fantastic claim
That the personal mental problem is actually mine

Little Red Riding Hood (31 Days of Halloween Kitties Day 10 Year 3)

Don't mess with Little Red Riding Hood.

This kitty, who looks a little annoyed, is dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood. And yes, I can well imagined a cat sending a wolf to the emergency room. After all, one of my cats is nicknamed Fierce Kitteh.

Four kitties of the apocalypse (31-HP day 10)

Read from the ancient text Liber Bastet:
John, your vision is faulty
Not only four horsemen there be
But also cats of gloom and doom

First is Famine
A fat cat that cries
All hours for more grub
Despite overflowing food dish

Second is Pestilence
Nibbles and drools on all your food
Drinking out of your cup
After licking their own butt

War is the third
Hisses and howls day and night
Patrols the neighborhood
Raining down violence on all intruders

Fourth and final is Death
Half-eaten mice and birds
An occasional rabbit leg
Left on mat and pillow

And behold the house they live in
Behold their loyal owner
Naïve human unknowingly
Petting the true harbingers of the Apocalypse

This is what true evil looks like.

Baby kitty (31 Days of Halloween Kitties Day 9 Year 3)

Hopefully, photoshopped--because otherwise this is just plain wrong.

Yesterday, I shared a neat photoshopped cat picture. Today, it is a rather creepy one. And one really hopes that it is photoshopped...because otherwise some grandmother has done lost her mind.

Shakespeare's monkey (31-HP Day 9)

One of the many monkeys that I have drawn over the last couple of years.

A long time
Years, decades, centuries
Millenniums, eons, universes,
A really long time.
Randomly pecking at keys
Click, chunk, jam, curse
A roomful of monkeys
No computers for angels.
Give us long enough
And we will give you
Milton, Shakespeare
And the entire Old Testament.
It is probability,
It is randomness,
It is blind chance,
Order arising from chaos.
From random acts
Came fire and the wheel,
Towers and rockets,
The entirety of civilization.
Life itself is random,
Chance made our DNA,
The monkey and Shakespeare,
You and me.

Deep sea diving cat (31 Days of Halloween Kitties Day 8 Year 3)

Deep sea diving kitty has to be the product of Photoshop.

Yes, it is another Photoshopped picture of a Halloween Kitty. I honestly think that it is pretty neat the things that people can accomplish with Photoshop, especially considering the best I can do is to put a yellow smiling face on people. Seriously, imagine trying to get a cat in an actual wet suit, complete with flippers, goggles, and air tank--you would so land in the emergency room.

One hundred ninety eight thousand all time views here

Secret Chief Apollo states his reason why you should read this blog.

So according to the Blogger's information, as I write this, I have exactly 198000 all-time views. There is part of me that wants to claim that "nearly two hundred thousand readers have discovered this blog"--but that would be false. In fact, it is probably just twenty-five readers who have came here eight thousand times apiece. Yes, that is right--overall views is just the number of "page views/reads" that you have received, not the number of readers overall...despite what some bloggers would have you believe.

I have no idea (and either does any other blogger) about how many "unique" readers I actually had over the years--mainly because the NSA will not tell us. Why is that? Because every time that someone rereads a post, or checks my comment section, that is counted as an additional pageview--the only way to track "unique" readers is to install cookies on visitors computers, and the cookies are only accurate until the user wipes their internet browser cache. That is, if you are not the NSA--the NSA is tracking something else completely (as in your individual email addresses, phone numbers, and service providers) and using a really big server to store all the information in.

And yes, if you are reading this, the NSA is probably looking at you--after all, this blog is about the Golden Dawn, and the Secret Chiefs of my Order have light bulbs. That is radical occult science!