SIGHTS

Is The New World Rising from the Shambles Of The Old?

Last October I constructed a scarecrow-like entity for the annual sacrifice to the autumn sun. An effigy of myself constructed of dry foliage and old clothes and a couple of pruned branches held together with twine, to serve as a physical personification of everything I would like to lose in the coming year. Just for shits and giggles, I used a cardboard cutout of Jason Kenney for its face.

Idolizing any politician is a bit like believing the stripper really likes you.
If this offends you, see caption to the previous image.
You can see a shades-donning Grinch in the flames if you know where to look.

A few weeks ago I revisited the site where this sacrifice occurred, and saw that it had begat new life. It was probably just the THC, but a small part of me was briefly tempted to conclude that the shit Jason Kenney has for brains added more nutrients to the soil.

To everything there is a season. Turn, turn, turn.

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