Mr Poe's Rant Roost

Yankee Demons?

16 March 2010

So, as I sat perched high above all things on a lovely magnolia tree this morning, I thought: What makes the so-called "far left" different? I meant physically. What is it about, for example, Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, Bill Maher, Sean Penn, Tom Hanks (shudder), and Obongo himself, that makes one uneasy? Ready to reach for the nearest Glock? And then it struck me. The face.

The face? Well, what do all the above have in common? Twitching, ever-moving, faces, eyes which never rest, hands abuzz (Pelosi). All the signs of what we weakly call possession.

And all them have what Malachi Martin, the expert on demonology, calls a "craven fear of and hatred for Jesus." Interesting. But, then too, all whom I listed are Yankees. Interesting. (Not that all Northern folk are Yankees. And yes, Nevada's a Yankee state.)

Now, what is the one question right now that reigns supreme on the talk shows about all the folks above? "Why do they persist in ignoring the will of the people on the health care bill when three of four people are against the bill?" I've never heard an adequate explanation for this "jamming down our throats" lemming rush to madness.

But stop and consider the nature of those bound to Lucifer. (Go ahead, it won't hurt you. Maybe.) What is one of the most identifying traits of demons? In one word: servility. They are bound to Whom they serve, and nothing else, nothing, matters, certainly not "the good of the people," or the abstract "Constitution."

And then too, think of the virulent hatred of all objects and symbols pertaining to the Christ. The ban on public display of crosses, for example. Oh, yes, it's made out to be something to do with "choice," or "equality," or other politically correct evil. But in the end, what is it really, this loathing for Christian symbols? Those of Satan can not stand those symbols (in somes cases, literally). Christian symbols are like poison to the daimonia. A demon will recoil at the cross.

Malachi Martin, in his book, Hostage to the Devil, says that few people today (are you listening, Hannity?) are willing to concede even the existence of Satan, and "the belief that he does not exist at all is an enormous advantage that he has never enjoyed to such a great degree. It is the ultimate camouflage."

The scholar, Merrill F. Unger, in Biblical Demonology, wrote that "demons are engaged in the interests of the Satanic world system, especially governmentally." I would go a step farther and point out the power of Hollywood, which has so comically mocked the very existence of evil that modern-day "average" people find even the concept of a personified evil difficult to take seriously.

OK. I can grasp that point. There are, apparently, but a few who recognize what C. S. Lewis clearly recognized, that we live in occupied territory. But for those of us who do see through the shining TV and through the wild gesticulating eyes and hands of Pelosi, the truth remains the truth.

And we are not fooled. In 2010, it is an Evil walking through the halls of power in Washington, D. C. But thus it was also in 1861.

 

New England Getaway?

I visited the orthodontist the other day. Never fun. But especially when you espy a copy of the Yankee Magazine lying next to Southern Living. What has Dixie come to, pray tell? I opened the rag to admire the many virtues of New England, and there was, I kid y'all not, an article on the top 10 "weekends" in New England. Now, if I have to spend one weekend every ten years in New England, I account myself a cursed bird. But imagine these lovely getaways:

• Block Island, RI, Weekend
• Providence, RI, Weekend
• Portsmouth, NH, Weekend
• Winnipesaukee, NH, Weekend
• Portland, ME, Weekend
• Mid-Maine Weekend -- Bath and Brunswick
• Martha's Vineyard, MA, Weekend
• Sandwich, MA, Weekend
• Lake Champlain, VT, Weekend
• New Haven, CT, Weekend

New Haven? Outside of Yale, that old Puritan redoubt, what does one do in New Haven? According to the Yankee Magazine, the hip thing to do is to participate in the "pizza war" between Frank Pepe Pizzeria Napoletana and Sally's Apizza. I kid y'all not.

And what about Providence? One big Mafia dance-spot, or am I mistaken? Guess what the favourite pizza joint is?

Y'know my favourite vacation spot in New England? Danvers. Never heard of it? Danvers is the old Salem parish, the one where the Puritan witch-hangings took place in 1692.

Of the psychopathic Puritan hysterics, the salemweb.com site wrote:

By the time the hysteria had spent itself, 24 people had died. Nineteen were hanged on Gallows Hill in Salem Town, but some died in prison. Giles Corey at first pleaded not guilty to charges of witchcraft, but subsequently refused to stand trial. This refusal meant he could not be convicted legally. However, his examiners chose to subject him to interrogation by the placing of stone weights on his body. He survived this brutal torture for two days before dying. It is remarkable 552 original documents pertaining to the witchcraft trials have ben preserved and are still stored by the Peabody Essex Museum. Eerie memorabilia associated with the trials, such as the "Witch Pins" used in the examination of witches and a small bottle supposed to contain the finger bones of the victim George Jacobs can be found in the Clerk's Office in the Essec Superior Court House, Salem.

My favourite spot in the town is the old house where Jonathan Corwin lived. Jonathan Corwin? Y'all remember him. He was one of the judges who put to death those "witches." If one can judge a man by his house, what does this house, still standing, say about Corwin?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The locals call this house the Witch House:

In February, 1692, three accused women were examined by Magistrates Jonathan Corwin and John Hathorne. Corwin's home, known as the Witch House, still stands at the corner of North and Essex Streets in Salem, providing guided tours and tales of the first witchcraft trials. John Hathorne, an ancestor of author Nathaniel Hawthorne, is buried in the Charter Street Old Burying Point.

Lovely. Yass.

Good old New England. Can't wait to go.

Yass.

 

 

Mr Poe was born in a graveyard in Hoyt, Oklahoma (then the Indian Territory) between two Confederate gravestones. Upon reaching maturity, which is not really all that difficult for a raven (a week after all), Mr Poe migrated first to Jekyll Island, Georgia, where he roamed from Savannah to Key West. After brief stays in the Canary Islands, Antiqua, Guatemala, and Osceola, Missouri, Mr Poe settled in the Marshes of Glynn, Georgia. At an early age, Mr Poe began his lifelong study and love affair with Dixie, resolving never to eat Southern carrion, but only the Yankee variety (which, it turns out, is found in abundance in Georgia). Upon hearing of the Fire Eater and its mission to create contemporary Southern culture, Mr Poe "volunteered" for the position of Fire Eater Psychopomp, which position he now holds because, as he put it, "No one else could do it." As is true of certain varieties of corvus corax, Mr Poe holds certain psychic abilities which, he claims, makes him the logical choice for Chief Psychopomp of the Fire Eater.

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