Do you remember the presidential debate on Sunday, in which Bronze Age chieftain, Donald Trump, squared off against Hillary Clinton? Sure you do and even the most ardent of Hillary haters had to admit that Candidate Clinton looked good.
|The Spell Breaks|
There she was, poised and polished by the arcana of makeup and wardrobe. Powerful magic indeed, until the flies landed.
|flies do not rest upon the living|
On her face, on her chest, in the air around her, flies. And mark this, flies don’t rest upon the faces of the living.
|Three Against One|
Baalzebub, Lord of the Flies, is a demon, reputed to be one of the Princes of Hell. Perhaps its lesser ally, the dybbuk-driven presidential contender, has a name too.
I’ll leave you with this:
The ghouls who recoil in horror at glimpsing this dream are moving to the edge of the pit, where they seek power from the abyss. But the abyss is remorseless and has no pity. It swallows whatever and whoever comes to it.