This entry is part 1 of 16 in the series Postcards from a Conquistador
It’s worse than you think. “The witches, warlocks and those involved in satanism and the occult get up daily at 3 a.m. to release curses against McCain and Palin so B. Hussein Obama is elected.” Getting up at 3 a.m.? That does sound hellacious. “Obama’s grandmother sacrificed a black and a white chicken to the ‘goddess of the river’ so both whites and blacks will vote for Obama. All Islam loves and worships Obama.” Muslims praying to the Goddess? These are witches with a devilish sense of humor! “Dick Morris of Fox News was sent to Kenya to help Odinga run his campaign! I find that unbelievable.” You and me both, Sister. It’s almost as if they’re no longer fair and balanced. A sign of the endtimes, for sure.
The occultists are “weaving lazy 8’s around McCain’s mind to make him look confused and like an idiot”. Bree K. said we need to break these curses off of him that are being sent from Kenya.
I read a portion of “Obama Nation” book and looked at several websites and found most of this information to be true, all except the curses part, of course….
Um, not to be rude, but I think those damnable occultists might be weaving a far wider web of confusion than you realize.
Don’t forget to visit Postal Poetry. We’re publishing on a twice-a-week schedule now, but could increase it to three again if we get more submissions. We’ve chosen six winners from among the entries for our first contest, and will post the first of them on Friday. We’ve just kicked off a second contest. But we also still welcome any other submissions that fit our guidelines. Don’t let the demons win! Make a poetry postcard for Jesus!
I’ve been looking at a lot of old postcards lately. I found my dad’s collection up in the attic: several thousand postcards, going back to the beginning of the 20th century. Turns out that it was once very common to write things on the front, as we encourage people to do for Postal Poetry. Originally, the U.S. Post Office didn’t allow anything besides the address on the back, so the front was the only place where one could add a personal message. Depending on the quality of the sender’s penmanship, sometimes the effect is almost reminiscent of a classic East Asian painting, with calligraphy encroaching on the subject. This practice continued for a while after the advent of postcards with divided backs in 1907. “The Golden Age of American postcards […] lasted until about 1915, when World War I blocked the import of the fine German-printed cards,” according to the Wikipedia.
Here’s a card my Great Great Aunt Mildred Albertson, a Methodist missionary, sent from Japanese-occupied Korea (though it depicts Kobe, Japan) in October 1907.
The message says, in part, “Every thing seems so different here from home. I feel like a baby in every sense of the word. Have a teacher, and am studying the language. Have not heard from any of home folks yet.”
We’ve launched our first monthly contest at Postal Poetry — a sort of high-brow version of that blog staple, the caption contest, but with a choice of ten stunning images to pair your poems with. Rampant nudity is involved.
By the way, for a naked, unpoemed version of the above photo, see Visual Soma.