I’ve been remiss in including something essential these past weeks. . .
Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle.
Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray;
and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host –
by the Divine Power of God –
cast into hell, satan and all the evil spirits,
who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls.
Amen.
Ok, here’s today’s End-of-Days flavored update:
Not Bath Salts. I doubt Mary-Jane is the cause. Which leaves? Brain parasites? Demonic possesion?
Aaand. . . some folks are gettin’ twitchy regarding the upcoming London Olympic Games. Here’s one example:
Good Lord, I hope they’ve just been hitting the paranoia juice a bit hard. I don’t buy this, as such, but there are people in the West and America who would benefit from such an attack happening.
American Slytherin 