Out of the bunker just in time for the Doomsday line-up of planets in Taurus. May 3 through the 5 is the alignment of 7 out of the ten planets in the constellation Taurus. An earth sign that could mean earthquakes, volcanoes, tornadoes…the end of the earth as we know it. I don’t care. I’m not going back into that bunker. Not ever again. Potted meat and dust particles called potatoes three times a day, no tv or radio, converting urine into potable water, the lack of mastubatory privacy all sounds very romantic and exciting but when it comes down to it, it’s just so much Somerset Maughm “must be nice” fantasy.
Ever notice Christians righteously going around observing Holidays that fall on pagan days calculated through astronomy, lighting incense, drinking wine that represents blood, a wafer that represents flesh, and not think that they have anything in common with throw-rocks-at-moon heathen darkies living in the deepest depths of the world? I was watching Joyce Meyer making quite alot of fun of people who “palm read” and “worship” trees. Well, worshipping *at* a living tree makes far more sense than worshipping a dead tree that has been fashioned into a murder weapon for their lamb patting saviour. If as above so below then it stands to reason that the mythical heaven above will be as diverse as our sour little dirt clod planet below. Get ready for me to be in your neighborhood, Joyce, above AND below.
I’m Buck Huff and I’m going to vegas.