Good Morning Children of the Moon,
Regarding astrology: An obstetrician or a maternity nurse who weighs between 100 and 200 pounds actually exerts a greater gravitational force on a baby at the time of its birth than do any of the distant planets that are said to influence a person’s personality and destiny. Why aren’t these bulky, proximate objects factored into the astrological charts that are so carefully laid out? – George Carlin
Have we collectively become a population of idiots and morons? Movie stars and celebrities are looked to for wisdom and guidance as if somehow they had answers to life’s rich pageant. When you’ve got more money than most of can even comprehend it’s easy to be wise, even eccentric. Others are just plain lost, destined to wander their entire lives in a quest for truth and light.
It seems there’s a DNA segment that causes us humans to ponder and search for personal meaning in our lives. I’m not saying I don’t share this curiosity, but there’s too much zealotry and bombast and not enough common sense when it comes to sharing one’s point of view.
I had just finished dinner with my daughter and grandson and wanted a nightcap, so instead of Blondie’s I wound up at the newly opened “Bout Time” and no doubt over-indulged. However given the nearly straight shot to my place, I stayed longer than I should have. I was curious because the bar has electronic trivia reminiscent of our glory days at our beloved Dewey’s…..so I began to play.
I met Brenda a matronly but affable woman seated next to me also playing trivia. She seemed to enjoy my particular brand of shtick and immediately hit it off. After the initial small talk and well into the night, Brenda felt compelled to point out her astrological chart indicated she’d meet a person with great potential for love. Evidently she perceived me to be that person.
She began to drone on and on about how she needed to do a “chart” on me to further establish our destiny. This seemed to go on for another hour until I was completely annoyed.
I stopped her abruptly and had to remind her of the origins of this quasi-mystic art. I emphatically explained the “Chaldaeans and the Assyrians were the first to discard their heavenly based gods in favor of a non-deistic system of divination founded upon astronomy and numerology.” How convenient!
She looked as though I’d just kicked her dog and folded her arms clearly indicating I wouldn’t be getting into her lockbox anytime soon. With nothing further to lose, I also pointed out that the same bloodthirsty assholes flying into our buildings, beheading innocents, and killing indiscriminately are descendants of these wise originators of interplanetary dogma, and asked her “Doesn’t that say something about ‘’astrology?”
Speechless with mouth agape, Brenda got up and threw the remainder of her drink into my face! Other than the embarrassment, I was grateful she was drinking Vodka-Tonic. I cleaned my glasses, blotted myself up the best I could, and walked out the door to begin the straight shot home.
Feeling just a bit smug I walked to my car to discover someone had key’d my car! So much for alignment, I hope Brenda burns in Cosmic Hell for this. Jeez.