Some times, we Slytherins retreat into the dungeons. For a thousand years, what we do down there has been a bit of a mystery, but the truth is really quite disappointing. When we retreat, we sit and think. Think, think, think.
We re-evaluate, re-consider, revise, revise revise.
I’ve been hesitant. Very hesitant, because the last thing I want to do is be that raving, tinfoil hat person. But it is increasingly clear that sounding the warning cannot be avoided anymore.
Ezekial Chapter 33 begins thusly:
1 Thus the word of the LORD came to me: 2 Son of man, speak thus to your countrymen: “When I bring the sword against a country, and the people of this country select one of their number to be their watchman, 3 and the watchman, seeing the sword coming against the country, blows the trumpet to warn the people, 4 anyone hearing but not heeding the warning of the trumpet and therefore slain by the sword that comes against him, shall be responsible for his own death. 5 He heard the trumpet blast yet refused to take warning; he is responsible for his own death, for had he taken warning he would have escaped with his life. 6 But if the watchman sees the sword coming and fails to blow the warning trumpet, so that the sword comes and takes anyone, I will hold the watchman responsible for that person’s death, even though that person is taken because of his own sin.
7 You, son of man, I have appointed watchman for the house of Israel; when you hear me say anything, you shall warn them for me.
Pretty clear to me. To us. So back to the blog, to shout warning into the ether.
As part of this, I would like to introduce a new co-blogger, LSnape. I’ve known her for a long time, and she’ll be helping with keeping the content flowing. I’ll let her introduce herself, so she can share what she wishes.