The Price

Hello, and welcome to the Monday night edition of "An Acre of Sand", the one blog in this universe which will never approach the number of fans that Monday Night Football has enjoyed over the years.  Not that this fact bothers me to any great degree, but it seems that a VERY few of my most loyal readers are so addicted to the RANTS that characterized the many blogs I published in the past that they have expressed the desire to see me continue said rants in some forum or another, perhaps continuing these expressions of ire back on the hallowed pages of "Full Moon Over Pendragon Hold", where I last published such emotional pablum.

Yes, I must admit, I DID get a certain rush pontificating upon the voodoo that we (as a species) do so well these days despite the thousands of years of supposed evolution afforded us by a benign and patient Gaia, but the rush also had the side affects you come to expect from caring about all this stuff enough to put it to pen to begin with.  Like having a wife who looks at you sideways and wishes you would just calm down and not worry so much about things you cannot change (an attitude which in and of itself has also been a topic I can be very rabid about, to no good end),  or the reputation one earns that is not as charitable as one would like.

So, good readers, the ones who have had the good grace to leave literary traces of having been here and endured these emotions (that drug-like feedback I call "comments"); what would you be willing to give in return for THE Michael to return to the scene of his crimes and continue to sin so joyfully as a human being who has had such a lack of patience with his brothers?  Would you go forth and find ten......five.......even TWO more adherents to this philosophy that takes no prisoners? (They gave Sadam and Gomorra the same head-start, to no avail)  Would you think it profitable to suggest to anyone else you know as a friend or acquaintance that a dose of THE Michael is good for the soul; immortal, saved, damned, or even perhaps even non-existent?  OK, fine, then you have your challenge; the gauntlet has been thrown, and you are invited to learn what it means to be an apostle.  Yes, I know full well how blasphemous this might sound to the ill-informed, but I never claimed to be an easy experience.

If you have enough energy to dare cry HAVOC, and let slip the dogs of blog (which equates easily enough to having to put up with MY insignificant drivel concerning a world gone mad) then I dare say you have enough energy to fill the comment section of this post with enough newcomers to this forum that I think it worth the time, effort, blood, sweat, and yes, my dear fellows and ladies, tears, that expressing my innermost thought-demons to the perils of pen-upon-page has always demanded.  Go forth and recruit, and I will reward your evangelical zeal with an equal orgasm of flat-out truth as only THE Michael can reveal.

Or not.

It's in YOUR hands now.