Just recently we all embraced another *book by its cover* media moment that catapulted a very everyday person with delightful talent into the spotlight.
Susan Boyle, as advertised, DOES have talent. And though I am sure a certain judge's eyes lit up with exploding dollar signs, I am also sure that certain judge also thoroughly was charmed by the voice...and the potent backstory. He looked momentarily smitten.
We all were smitten. Some, more than others, though, were highly guilty of the obnoxious visual ridicule often doled out without regard to sensitivity at very everyday people when they look less than airbrushed barbie doll/matiness idol perfect.
I'll mention the verbal vileness later.
Easy judgmental ridicule, unfortunately, will never go away. In particular, in regards to the less than the aforementioned airbrushed perfection that much of the world has come to value more than genuine character, it permeates a very ugly part of our society. Easy targets, we imperfect people of everyday life. Easy targets, those who ARE in the spolight and lean away from the trend of perfection expected in some bland, predictable, cellulite-free but dangerously potent world of ungodly physical expectations. It takes no brains. It isn't a challenge. Easy. Ugly. Mean.
After all, when we so readily point fingers at others' physicality we don't have to exert any time trying to improve ourselves in any way. We don't have to address our own imperfections. Internal and external.
When anyone does that kind of judging, we all should be totally ashamed. Of us when we do it, of others and society for putting up with it. And not just for the fifteen minutes it takes for the media to recover and start finding ways to criticize the very person they just wanted to magnify to teach lessons in grace and humility. We should all conscientiously STOP the crap.
Moving on to the verbal ridicule. With all the fabulous plusses of the Internet, the vile ugliness that annonimity presents to judgmental...spooge...on social message boards and article comment columns has magnified to a wretched level over the years. Say anything, be as crass and disgusting as you want...it's only words and comments on an Intenet and very few will ever be held accountable for their ugliness.
It's sickening what gets put out there without any accountability or civility. It's also the baggage of a more free society.
But, pushing aside the soapbox I find myself tettering on the edge of and getting my revved up, ranting tush back onto the original subject...(la la la)...we should always be prepared to be surprised in life.
Surprised by the quiet or subtle talents of everyday people walking around us. Surprised and passionate about the subtle or honest talents of the unairbrushed. Our lives are filled with them. These people who don't "look the part" but provide us with a richness of spirit and beauty that is invaluable in today's chaos and stress. Daresay, we all have a certain talent to our personality that is there to be admired.
THAT is the reality. Everyday gems. In brown paper wrappers, with non-glittering bows.
It is easy to shut out the potential and rewards of surprise behind a repugnant mask of ridicule and judgment. It isn't the least bit smart.
We should be seeking these surprises wholeheartedly in every walk of life. We should not be afraid to BE that gem to someone else. Yeah, yeah, I know for a fact that there are people who just ARE mean, and rude, and crass and will not have a LightBulb moment of clarity. Ever. Yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah. But I also believe that they are few and far between if you just give people the benefit of the doubt of being human, you will find surprises all the time.
We should be prepared for that. With anticipation and even some giddiness.
Not to reek of Pollyana perfume, but come on. How long is it going to take to knock off the crap of equating physical beauty with worth and give ourselves the gift of enjoying the diversity and pleasures of humanity on every single level?
Cherish the existance of Surpises.
Sunday, April 26
Friday, April 10
A Picture Worth a Thousand Words?
More like one word is worth a thousand pictures, these days.
I love good photography. A brilliant picture can bring me to tears depending on the subject matter. I adorn my walls at the Goddess' lair with some pretty potent copies of moments in time that bring a tug to my heart and a million thoughts to my mind. Our world would be a much duller place without the dreams and visions and memories created by the perfect pictures of our lives and universe.
BUT...(you knew there was a big BUT coming! Hey, don't knock big buts ...grin...)
Why the hell does every single gawd blessed moment of every single political press conference shown as "breaking news" on CNN, HDLN or MSNBC (sorry, I refuse to even consider that other moronic cable news station as anything but a permanent skip in my remote control channel list) become an instant audio battleground. The battle becomes the fight of actually HEARING what is being said over the constant, ridiculous whir buzzz click of countless cameras that are manned by photographers that OBVIOUSLY cannot get a good shot in the first thirty seconds and should probably be in another profession or start stalking some hapless celebrities. COME ON. The people speaking barely MOVE.
How many pictures does one need of our beloved President turning his head slightly to the right or left and oooo, ooo, raising his hand an inch to clarify or magnify his words?
WORDS. You know, the things coming out of his mouth that you can't HEAR because the dayyyyyam photographers NEVER STOP CLICKING.
Honest to Pete...hey, who is this Pete anyway?...take the damn pictures in the first minute, then shut UP with the camera clicks.
With the feed they had this morning on all the news stations, there was a most annoying interference of media click-hounds relentlessly vying for...who the hell knows, the perfect picture of the President sitting almost motionless at a table?...drowning out every second word he was trying to say.
Moronic.
I love good photography. A brilliant picture can bring me to tears depending on the subject matter. I adorn my walls at the Goddess' lair with some pretty potent copies of moments in time that bring a tug to my heart and a million thoughts to my mind. Our world would be a much duller place without the dreams and visions and memories created by the perfect pictures of our lives and universe.
BUT...(you knew there was a big BUT coming! Hey, don't knock big buts ...grin...)
Why the hell does every single gawd blessed moment of every single political press conference shown as "breaking news" on CNN, HDLN or MSNBC (sorry, I refuse to even consider that other moronic cable news station as anything but a permanent skip in my remote control channel list) become an instant audio battleground. The battle becomes the fight of actually HEARING what is being said over the constant, ridiculous whir buzzz click of countless cameras that are manned by photographers that OBVIOUSLY cannot get a good shot in the first thirty seconds and should probably be in another profession or start stalking some hapless celebrities. COME ON. The people speaking barely MOVE.
How many pictures does one need of our beloved President turning his head slightly to the right or left and oooo, ooo, raising his hand an inch to clarify or magnify his words?
WORDS. You know, the things coming out of his mouth that you can't HEAR because the dayyyyyam photographers NEVER STOP CLICKING.
Honest to Pete...hey, who is this Pete anyway?...take the damn pictures in the first minute, then shut UP with the camera clicks.
With the feed they had this morning on all the news stations, there was a most annoying interference of media click-hounds relentlessly vying for...who the hell knows, the perfect picture of the President sitting almost motionless at a table?...drowning out every second word he was trying to say.
Moronic.
Sunday, February 22
Everyone is a Fairy in this Universe!
Sometimes even we Goddesses have got to let go of things and just be a frilly little sprite :)
The Fairy in your Soul
Trouble Maker, that's me allll over (grin)
And if you like to spend some wonderful dreamtime looking at the little winged imps, here is a great site for those charming visuals!
The Fairy in your Soul
Your fairy is called Feather Saturnfly
She is a trouble maker.
She lives in high places where the clouds meet the earth.
She is only seen at midday under a quiet, cloudless sky.
She wears pale blue like the sky. She has delicate pale multi-colored wings like a cicada.
Trouble Maker, that's me allll over (grin)
And if you like to spend some wonderful dreamtime looking at the little winged imps, here is a great site for those charming visuals!
Monday, February 16
Valentine's Shmalentines?
Valentine's Day?
Aren't you supposed to show the people you love that you love them...everyday?
YES.
If you need a special calendar day to become a manipulated consumer to show your love, you have more problems than a Hallmark card and an overpriced bouquet of flowers can cure.(and I absolutely adore fresh flowers)
However...it is hard to smack at a day meant for showing love.
The more love the better.
The more open showing of it, the less time we have to throw some serious hate around.
But I still think it is a bonehead holiday meant for consumer spenditure. For as much joy as it can create, it can also create some seriously sad feelings.
Noting, of course, that consumer spenditure is a huge part of our country's lifestyle that is essential in getting us out of this frightening, greed-caused recession, anything that would generate consumer dollars being put back into the community is not a bad thing.
Every month has a new consumer reason to spend and keep the cash revolving. It's the American way of keeping that capital spread around. Bottom line, that is good. But I thought the *day* was a bit boneheaded even during the best of times. Too easy an excuse for everyone to forget about showing love and concern every day during the rest of the year.
(oh, and yeah, Cupids realllllly annoy me LOLOL)
Go tell someone you care... every day.
From your heart :)
Aren't you supposed to show the people you love that you love them...everyday?
YES.
If you need a special calendar day to become a manipulated consumer to show your love, you have more problems than a Hallmark card and an overpriced bouquet of flowers can cure.(and I absolutely adore fresh flowers)
However...it is hard to smack at a day meant for showing love.
The more love the better.
The more open showing of it, the less time we have to throw some serious hate around.
But I still think it is a bonehead holiday meant for consumer spenditure. For as much joy as it can create, it can also create some seriously sad feelings.
Noting, of course, that consumer spenditure is a huge part of our country's lifestyle that is essential in getting us out of this frightening, greed-caused recession, anything that would generate consumer dollars being put back into the community is not a bad thing.
Every month has a new consumer reason to spend and keep the cash revolving. It's the American way of keeping that capital spread around. Bottom line, that is good. But I thought the *day* was a bit boneheaded even during the best of times. Too easy an excuse for everyone to forget about showing love and concern every day during the rest of the year.
(oh, and yeah, Cupids realllllly annoy me LOLOL)
Go tell someone you care... every day.
From your heart :)
Friday, February 13
The memory of an old friend
went flashing through my brain today when, during one of my wildly rambling Internet links-following adventures in the wee hours of the deep night, I was lead to a website of the brilliantly depressing but oddly highly motivational Charles Bukowski.( http://bukowski.net/ )~one of the most intriguing American poets of what is sometimes called the Beat Generation. But to catagorize him as such is a diservice to his soul, methinks! He was sometimes labelled the "poet laureat of Skid Row".
Anywayyyyyy, the link trip reminded me of a much beloved, far-off friend whose life and mine crossed cyber paths for a half dozen years and brought many a smile and heart-poke to me. This is one of the poems I kept tucked in my *why I love the Internet and the amazing souls it brings into my life* file.
Bluebird
There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
C. Bukowski
Anywayyyyyy, the link trip reminded me of a much beloved, far-off friend whose life and mine crossed cyber paths for a half dozen years and brought many a smile and heart-poke to me. This is one of the poems I kept tucked in my *why I love the Internet and the amazing souls it brings into my life* file.
Bluebird
There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
C. Bukowski
The Shell
The Shell
Lying on a beach half in and out of sand
waiting for the next wave to refresh.
I gingerly scooped the shell into my hand.
The pearlized beauty of curves and mounds
all pink in the center and hard outside
I held it to my ear to hear her sounds.
The quiet roar of life forever perpetually throbbed
inside her inner core of spiraled time.
This music of her heart could not be robbed.
I wondered
how many would share
the mysteries existing there.
Before someone put her up
upon some shelf.
I wondered
then I smiled.
Tucked back soft into the gritty wave
I hunkered down beside her for awhile.
Then left her so another soul she'd save.
skg
Lying on a beach half in and out of sand
waiting for the next wave to refresh.
I gingerly scooped the shell into my hand.
The pearlized beauty of curves and mounds
all pink in the center and hard outside
I held it to my ear to hear her sounds.
The quiet roar of life forever perpetually throbbed
inside her inner core of spiraled time.
This music of her heart could not be robbed.
I wondered
how many would share
the mysteries existing there.
Before someone put her up
upon some shelf.
I wondered
then I smiled.
Tucked back soft into the gritty wave
I hunkered down beside her for awhile.
Then left her so another soul she'd save.
skg
Monday, February 9
Gawd, I LOVE wit!!!!!
Subject: Word fun
Here are the winners of this year's Washington Post's Mensa Invitational
which, once again, asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it
by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition :
1. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject
financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.
2. Ignoranus: A person who is both stupid and an asshole.
3. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you
realize it was your money to start with.
4. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
5. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright
ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of
breaking down in the near future.
6. Foreploy: Any mis representation about yourself for the purpose of
getting laid.
7. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high
8. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who
doesn't get it.
9. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
11. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really
bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's, like, a serious
bummer.
12. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming
only things that are good for you.
13. Glibido: All talk and no action.
14. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they
come at you rapidly.
15. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've
accidentally walked through a spider web.
16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your
bedroom at three in the morning and cannot=2 0be cast out.
17. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the
fruit you're eating.
The Washington Post has also published the winning submissions to it's
yearly contest in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common
words. And the winners are:
1. Coffee, n. The person upon whom one coughs.
2. Flabbergasted, adj. Appalled by discovering how much weight one has
gained.
3. Abdicate, v. To give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
4. Esplanade, v, To attempt an explanation while drunk.
5. Willy-nilly, adj. Impotent.
6. Negligent, adj. Absentmindedly a nswering the door when wearing only a
nightgown.
7. Lymph, v. To walk with a lisp.
8. Gargoyle, n. Olive-flavored mouthwash.
9. Flatulence, n. Emergency vehicle that picks up someone who has been run
over by a steamroller.
10. Balderdash, n. A rapidly receding hairline.
11. Testicle n. A humorous question on an exam.
12. Rectitude, n. The formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.
13. Pokemon, n.A Rastafarian proctologist.
14. Oyster, n. A person who sprinkles his conversation with yiddishisms.
15. Frisbeetarianism, n. The belief that, after death, the soul flies up
onto the roof and gets stuck there.
16. Circumvent, n. An opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish
0Amen.
Here are the winners of this year's Washington Post's Mensa Invitational
which, once again, asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it
by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition :
1. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject
financially impotent for an indefinite period of time.
2. Ignoranus: A person who is both stupid and an asshole.
3. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you
realize it was your money to start with.
4. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
5. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright
ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of
breaking down in the near future.
6. Foreploy: Any mis representation about yourself for the purpose of
getting laid.
7. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high
8. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who
doesn't get it.
9. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
11. Karmageddon: It's like, when everybody is sending off all these really
bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's, like, a serious
bummer.
12. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming
only things that are good for you.
13. Glibido: All talk and no action.
14. Dopeler Effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they
come at you rapidly.
15. Arachnoleptic Fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've
accidentally walked through a spider web.
16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito, that gets into your
bedroom at three in the morning and cannot=2 0be cast out.
17. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a worm in the
fruit you're eating.
The Washington Post has also published the winning submissions to it's
yearly contest in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common
words. And the winners are:
1. Coffee, n. The person upon whom one coughs.
2. Flabbergasted, adj. Appalled by discovering how much weight one has
gained.
3. Abdicate, v. To give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
4. Esplanade, v, To attempt an explanation while drunk.
5. Willy-nilly, adj. Impotent.
6. Negligent, adj. Absentmindedly a nswering the door when wearing only a
nightgown.
7. Lymph, v. To walk with a lisp.
8. Gargoyle, n. Olive-flavored mouthwash.
9. Flatulence, n. Emergency vehicle that picks up someone who has been run
over by a steamroller.
10. Balderdash, n. A rapidly receding hairline.
11. Testicle n. A humorous question on an exam.
12. Rectitude, n. The formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.
13. Pokemon, n.A Rastafarian proctologist.
14. Oyster, n. A person who sprinkles his conversation with yiddishisms.
15. Frisbeetarianism, n. The belief that, after death, the soul flies up
onto the roof and gets stuck there.
16. Circumvent, n. An opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish
0Amen.
Tuesday, January 27
Snarks, snorks and passing flashes of wit.
The word *Snark* is a rather expressive one. Much like "snort", and "snorks", its very execution by the human mouth can be a bit of a joke with the appropriate accent and nasal quality applied (grin). Good snark is snork-worthy! None of these however are as much fun as the SNARF. Timing is everything in producing a good snarf: i.e. telling a joke perfectly timed so that the receiver of the joke laughs when they have a mouthful of milk, water, whatever and said liquid exits through the nasal passages. (OK, it's juvenile, so smack my hand and tell me to go stand in the corner!)
However, SNARK has been somewhat bastardized by a certain brand of very unattractive Internet personalities.
Snark, as I define it, involves an affectionate smidgen of wit that means no true harm to anyone in particular, but is an overall comment concerning social conditions , general public faux paus or an ever-charming self-deprecating humor that keeps you humble. Half the enjoyment of this type of snark is to pronounce it, own it and unashamedly attach your name to it,(accountability, after all, is one of the highest human virtues!) All accompanied by a grin. I am unfortunately in the minority with this definition. I'd like to claim it back, but the prospects are very dim.
Snark, as much of the Internet defines it, is an annonymous, mean-spirited, cowardly form of anti-communication. A diarrhea of written ridicule, there is nothing whatsoever constructive or witty about it. The cheapest and easiest tool of anonomous fools, it pervades the Internet message boards, blogs and yes, legitimate media.
You don't have to be smart or clever. Just mean. And I would tend to question the level of genuine self-esteem lurking in the brain of a serial Internet snarker. They will never comprehend just how instantaneously they are branded as useless. All they want to do is make someone else feel bad so they don't have to dwell on their own shortcomings.
I miss wit. Rapier or otherwise. Wit is the orgasm of speech :) It brings a warm smile to my brain (while I still have one!) It is the "smootch" (yes, the "t" is there on purpose!)of language.
And while the downside of Internet Snark is routinely practiced without any accountability, I have great hope that with a concentrated dose of wit and gracious, civilized humor, Snark can once again become a snork-worthy, affectionate part of our written language.
However, SNARK has been somewhat bastardized by a certain brand of very unattractive Internet personalities.
Snark, as I define it, involves an affectionate smidgen of wit that means no true harm to anyone in particular, but is an overall comment concerning social conditions , general public faux paus or an ever-charming self-deprecating humor that keeps you humble. Half the enjoyment of this type of snark is to pronounce it, own it and unashamedly attach your name to it,(accountability, after all, is one of the highest human virtues!) All accompanied by a grin. I am unfortunately in the minority with this definition. I'd like to claim it back, but the prospects are very dim.
Snark, as much of the Internet defines it, is an annonymous, mean-spirited, cowardly form of anti-communication. A diarrhea of written ridicule, there is nothing whatsoever constructive or witty about it. The cheapest and easiest tool of anonomous fools, it pervades the Internet message boards, blogs and yes, legitimate media.
You don't have to be smart or clever. Just mean. And I would tend to question the level of genuine self-esteem lurking in the brain of a serial Internet snarker. They will never comprehend just how instantaneously they are branded as useless. All they want to do is make someone else feel bad so they don't have to dwell on their own shortcomings.
I miss wit. Rapier or otherwise. Wit is the orgasm of speech :) It brings a warm smile to my brain (while I still have one!) It is the "smootch" (yes, the "t" is there on purpose!)of language.
And while the downside of Internet Snark is routinely practiced without any accountability, I have great hope that with a concentrated dose of wit and gracious, civilized humor, Snark can once again become a snork-worthy, affectionate part of our written language.
Saturday, January 24
Passing Grade
Sometimes, if you go through life doing nothing but testing people, by the time someone passes your test, the class has been cancelled.
My Shadow
It isn't in the darkest of night or brilliance of a sunrise
that you most occupy the recesses known as my heart.
It is in the vague void-like shadows between dawn and dusk
that wrap around the average, the mundane, the simple complexities
of breathe in-breath out.
And though often by myself.
I am never alone.
skg
that you most occupy the recesses known as my heart.
It is in the vague void-like shadows between dawn and dusk
that wrap around the average, the mundane, the simple complexities
of breathe in-breath out.
And though often by myself.
I am never alone.
skg
Saturday, January 10
Lip Service
"Lip Service"
The soul kisses in many ways.
Silently, yearningly, in a distance of days
and miles.
But the caress is still there.
If you consort with magic and dreams,
soul kisses connect even when it seems
they fail.
And the caress lingers on.
So give kisses...
even when lips
are not there to receive.
skg
The soul kisses in many ways.
Silently, yearningly, in a distance of days
and miles.
But the caress is still there.
If you consort with magic and dreams,
soul kisses connect even when it seems
they fail.
And the caress lingers on.
So give kisses...
even when lips
are not there to receive.
skg
Friday, January 9
Find peace where you are.
"Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn whatever state I am in, therin to be content"
Helen Keller
Helen Keller
Sunday, January 4
Winter Time...Great for a Steamy good...
READ!
It's a great time of year (for those of us in the wintrier climes) to do a lot of blanket snuggling. And if the local cable channels choose to be showing an overabundance of decidedly non-chick-flick slash-gash-gore and bloody damn war offerings (ignore my not-so-subtle snark-intended)...one might still have a need to reach for a good torso tingling bit of Sophisticated Erotica!
Goddesses much prefer the sensuality of entwining limbs than the brutality of fighting/biting/igniting limbs. (though I guess a good erotic romance might involve some serious igniting, just hopefully it would be in the loins not the limbs!)
Ah well, children, cast your eyes elsewhere and enjoy being kids...contrary to popular belief, you WILL grow up eventually and you WILL miss those carefree days. Adults with a need for a more mind tweaking steamy little adventure...please check out my author's site. I am going the route of independently offering my copyrighted, published e-book novels and short stories for purchased download :)
Come give me a look if that is your inclination...and if you happen to BE an author of said sophisticated steamy romantic style stories, write me about posting a possible link in the comments section! We ALL need a little bit of intelligent, thoughtful, sense prodding yumminess in our adult psyches!
(this is NOT an invitation for tacky crap high school wet dreams macho ditzy bimbo porn soaked humpa humpa brainless story links by the way. As a Goddess of my own world, I reserve the right to ignore any such juvenile links or goofball requests!) It's sooo good being a Goddess (La la la)
Just More of Me
Friday, January 2
The Royal WE
http://www.whothetudorareyou.com/
Found this on Twitter from a very witty lady and had a most amusing moment finding out what I already knew...I am Queen LOLOL. Welllll, I still prefer my self-proclaimed Goddessness, but being Queen for a Moment isn't a bad thing...unless...
You had the sad misfortune of being Queen to one foul and putrid Henry VIII, whose only redeeming quality was that he fathered one of the most brilliant, strong and complex women in English history. Elizabeth.
Frankly, I think, as far as fate goes, that was his only real reason for *being* in the first place. He was, as quite a few men in power in those veddy civilized days, a legalized serial killer!
Harsh you say?
Yeah.
The BAHSTAD!
(grin)
Found this on Twitter from a very witty lady and had a most amusing moment finding out what I already knew...I am Queen LOLOL. Welllll, I still prefer my self-proclaimed Goddessness, but being Queen for a Moment isn't a bad thing...unless...
You had the sad misfortune of being Queen to one foul and putrid Henry VIII, whose only redeeming quality was that he fathered one of the most brilliant, strong and complex women in English history. Elizabeth.
Frankly, I think, as far as fate goes, that was his only real reason for *being* in the first place. He was, as quite a few men in power in those veddy civilized days, a legalized serial killer!
Harsh you say?
Yeah.
The BAHSTAD!
(grin)
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