“Our Shielding held that hilt, and hit and struck with it,
Emboldened with battle-lust, that blow was great;
He was wrathful and reckless, his rage was just.
It pierced her proud neck, the point went deep,
Her spine snapped; the blade sliced clean through
Her blotched body, blood went to the floor with her,
His blade was blood-wet, his boast erupted”
And So, Children, Let’s Review
Introduction: Yesterday, out there in the Twitterzone somewhere, Kyle Howard accused me of being a white supremacist and a misogynist, apparently thinking I must be conducting my own experiments in intersectionality. As to the merits of the accusations, let us not tarry too long in the dispensing of them. I am a white supremacist only …
Ancient Doom
“He saw a great sword, a slasher from old time,
Ancient doom from the ettins [giants], with an edge well-tempered,
A warrior’s war-treasure, a weapon unmatched,
Too hard and heavy to be held by three men
To brandish in battle, in the brunt of war”
In That It Is Tuesday, We May Surmise That There Are Letters Below, as in, a Bunch of Them
Average conservative voter & GOP establishment. Letter to the Editor: Re: In Which Time Magazine Reports That We Have Always Been at War with Eastasia “Democracy won in the ...
God of Battles
“But the blessed God of battles brought him deliverance.”
In Which Time Magazine Reports That We Have Always Been at War with Eastasia
Introduction: Time magazine has published a remarkable piece, one which might leave more than a few sensible observers gobsmacked. It is a piece which acknowledges all manner of jiggering with this ...
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Utterly Spent
“Spent with the struggle, he staggered and fell,
Though fierce among fighters, he fell nonetheless”
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Wolf in the Water
“Then he saw that she-devil, that savage wolf-in-the-water,
That monstrous mere-hag. With a main stroke
He spun his strong blade, and struck her foul head.
The blade sang as he swung, a savage war-song”
Sharp Battle Bolt
“Hearing the horn, those hateful beasts dove,
The great prince of the Geats grasped his bow ,
And shot with sure aim, the shaft flying true,
Its mark a great monster, striking its middle,
The sharp battle bolt bloodied the water,
As the serpent swam slowly, singled out by death”