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"Graciously bestow upon all men felicity, the summit of which is the knowledge of the Gods." [Julian, Oration to the Mother of the Gods]

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The incidence of muckers continues to maintain its high: one in Outer Brooklyn yesterday accounted for 21 victims before the fuzzy-wuzzies fused him, and another is still at large in Evanston, Ill., with a total of eleven and three injured. Across the sea in London a woman mucker took out four as well as her own three-month baby before a mind-present standerby clobbered her. Reports also from Rangoon, Lima and Auckland notch up the day’s toll to 69.
[The Hipcrime Vocab, by Chad C. Mulligan]


Background: ‘mucker’ is an Anglicisation of ‘amok’. Don’t believe anyone who says it’s a shifted pronunication of ‘mugger’. You can survive a mugger, but if you want to survive a mucker the best way is not to be there when it happens.
[You’re an Ignorant Idiot, by Chad C. Mulligan]


Out there: all those millions of people . . . Like looking up at the sky and wondering which of those suns shine on beings like ourselves. Christ: when did I last look up at the night sky?

He was suddenly appalled These days, a great many people never left their homes at night except for some specific purpose, when they could call a cab to the door and expose themselves for no longer than it took to cross a sidewalk. It wasn’t inevitably dangerous to wander the night streets of the city – the hundreds of thousands who did still do so were proof enough of that. In a country of four hundred millions there were two or three muckers per day, yet some people acted as though they couldn’t get past the next corner without being attacked.
[Stand on Zanzibar, by John Brunner, pp. 128-129]


“In my country,” Jogajong said, “a man who thinks like you goes voluntarily to join his ancestors. Or used to in the old days. Now, the usurper Solukarta has copied your Christian habits and closed that way of escape. Which is a reason why we have so many muckers, I think.”
[Stand On Zanzibar, p. 576]

Where There’s Smoke: Witchcraft, Paganism, Christianity, and the Burning Times

I am going to try an experiment: using this blog to write a book. The central idea of this book is to expand upon what Carlo Ginzburg has called “the core of truth” in Margaret Murray’s thesis.

This core of truth is simply stated: (1) the targets of the Burning Times were Pagans, and they were targeted as Pagans, and (2) the perpetrators of the Burning Times were Christians, and they acted as Christians.

The working title is Where’s There’s Smoke, with the subtitle: Witchcraft, Paganism, Christianity, and the Burning Times. Here is a very broad outline of what I have in mind:

Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire

Part One:
The Prehistory of the Burning Times

Paganism B.C. (Before Christianization)
Christianity B.C. (Before Constantine)
Paganism versus Christianity (4th – 8th Centuries)
European Christendom: The Birth of a Persecuting Society
The Incomplete Christianization of Europe
The Renaissance: Prelude to the Firestorm

Part Two
A Narrative History of the Burning Times, 1500-1700

Part Three
Points of Contention: Definitions & Other Moving Targets
Witches, Hexen, Streghe, Sorcières, Brujas, etc.
Pagans, Heathens, Hellenes, Infidels, Kafirs, Unbelievers, etc.
Christians, Catholics, Protestants, Orthodox, Heretics, etc.
What Constitutes a “Witch Hunt”?
Inquisitors and Witch Hunters
The Burning Times By The Numbers
Jacob Grimm on Witches as Priestesses
Charles Godfrey Leland and “The Old Religion”
Margaret Murray and “The Society of Witches That Never Was”
Gerald Gardner: “There Have Been Witches In All Ages”
Contemporary scholarship that supports of the general notion of The Old Religion: An Annotated Bibliography

Honoring Our Pagan Ancestors

Her New Name For A Blog

Just in case anyone didn’t get the memo, Hecate Demetersdatte, one of the brighter lights in the Pagan blogging firmament, has moved her blog to wordpress:

"I’ve found a more personal, pagan kind of religion to satisfy the spiritual side of things."

“We were very provocative,
very disdainful and superior.
It must have been annoying.”

. . . .
Star Foster (of Patheos fame) tweeted this quote last Friday from Julian Clary: “I’ve found a more personal, pagan kind of religion to satisfy the spiritual side of things.”

As soon as I saw it I had to track down the source. It’s such a perfect little quote — I was afraid it wasn’t real. Too perfect. You know? And on top of that, it is usually given without any specific attribution.

But it is for real. It’s from a piece about Clary written by Elizabeth Grice for the UK Telegraph: ‘Revenge was always my motivation’. It first appeared on June 6, 2006. Here’s an excerpt.

There was never a moment when Clary told his Roman Catholic parents he was homosexual, nor did they bring the subject up. Perhaps it was just too obvious. Perhaps their levels of tolerance and belief in personal privacy were unusually high. They sound like amazing people. Concerned mainly about his health and happiness, the nearest they came to criticism was: “Don’t be quite so obvious. It’s not a problem, but you don’t have to go on about it.”

But the point about Julian Clary is that he did have to go on about it. It was his deliberate way of dealing with taunts, even as a prepubescent schoolboy. At his secondary school, run by Benedictine monks who beat him, he and his gay friend, Nick Reader, exaggerated their effeminacy to an outrageous degree. “The bullying was hideous and relentless,” he says, “and we turned it round by making ourselves celebrities. We found humour in the situation. We were very provocative, very disdainful and superior. It must have been annoying.”

When he started to draw cabaret audiences for being the very thing he had been persecuted for, revenge was sweet. “It was a reversal of all I had experienced at school. I was vindicated. It was all about wanting to get revenge. Pathetic, really, but it still is the motivation.”

For a time, he carried on going to church with his mother when he went home at weekends, “just to keep her company”, but he found it traumatic to be stared at. “I thought they were staring at me because I was gay. But it was because I was on the telly.” Though he’s currently “in an interesting correspondence with a nun about forgiveness”, his links with homophobic Catholicism have dissolved. “In a way, I miss it. But I’ve found a more personal, pagan kind of religion to satisfy the spiritual side of things.”

>Why only mock some Christians, but not the rest?


“Thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot.
So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot,
I will spue thee out of my mouth.”

[The following intemperate rant was in large part inspired by a far more thoughtful and compassionate post at Sightless Among Miracles.]

There are fools, and then there are fools. We often hear about how Christians today should be more like the early Christians. Well, the early Christians were a bunch of intolerant superstitious antisocial violence-prone easily-led morons who were sure that Jebus was returning any day now. They were obsessed with prophecies about the exact time of his return, and with trying to discern “the signs” that presaged that return. They couldn’t wait for their Zombie God to come back and take them all away from the awful, sinful world they hated living in, and that, for the most part, hated them in return and would be glad to see them gone.

Well, there is a group of Christians today who have truly returned to the roots of their faith. These are the followers of Harold Camping. But the fact is that even though they are closer to “original” Christianity than most of the other 2+ billion Christians alive today, those who believed Camping’s prediction that the Rapture would occur on May 21st (with Judgement Day to follow on soon after), in truth hold to beliefs that are no less laughable than all the Zombie Jesus worshippers who mindlessly accept the whole “He Is Risen” bullshit every year on Chocolate Bunny Day. All Christians believe in the Second Coming, even if they quibble over the details and the timing. They have been waiting a long time now. Just how fucking stupid are they?

The Camping followers at least have the great virtue of actually taking their beliefs to heart, rather than just pretending to believe. In Revelations 3:15-16 we read: “Thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.” Well, the Camping crowd doesn’t have to worry about being “spued” out of God’s mouth. But what about the rest of those who consider themselves Christians?

(I think the thing that boggles my mind the most is the way that many of the same people who suddenly became all earnestly thoughtful, conflicted, and hand-wringy over the deep sixing of Osama bin Laden were among the most wantonly gleeful and mean-spirited in their mockery of the Ratpurean wannabes.)

But my real point, as the title of this post makes clear, is that the entire blood cult of Jebus is deserving of the same level of ridicule as that directed at the tiny handful of people who actually believe the crap in the Bible. Those who are only willing to heap scorn on a tiny, powerless handful, and then only when their favorite media icons and thought-leaders signal that it’s OK, should really just shut the fuck up.

Theological postscript: For the most part, Pagans do not believe that the Universe has a beginning or an end. This is one of those things that Pagans, Buddhist, and Hindus have in common. In fact, the idea that time, and/or “the world” can have either a beginning or an end has been an object of ridicule since antiquity.

>"The Answer Will Always Be Yes!"

>I love Dinosaur Comics!!


  1. “Should I try new things?”
  2. “Should I get good at old things?”
  3. “Should I do something just because it might be AWESOME?”
  4. “If we’re both in a place in our lives that allows it, adult enough to handle it, and both interested in sexing each other up AND down, should we totally give it a try?”
  5. “I live alone, should I eat all the chicken wings?”

Also, there is that great “prayer” scene from Jeremiah Johnson:

>She feels a lot like Che Guevara

>Quick. Do a google search on “turkish playboy che guevara”. Or, here, I’ll do it for you.

“For years I subordinated myself to various societal constraints and did what others thought was right for me. This was a total act of liberation. I feel like Che Guevara.”
Sila Sahin to Playboy magazine

“I would kill her is she were my daughter. If I were to see pictures like that, I would kill her. I really mean that. That’s not something for me, not for my culture. I was raised differently. That doesn’t fit with my culture.”
Muslim restaurant owner in Bonn, Germany, interviewed by Deutsche Welle.

Deutsche Welle
Die Welt
Turkish Language CNN
Daily Mail

Also, here’s David Bowie’s “Panic in Detroit” (with some Japanimation to accompany it):

>Happy Zombie Jesus Day

>Fuck ‘Em If They Can’t Take A Joke

>The best of Sam Kinison on Jesus

Kathy Griffin on Catholic priests as “kid fuckers”

Ursula Martinez’ astounding “Hanky Panky” Magic Act

Bill Hicks on Marketing

Bill Hicks promoting drug use

Cartman does The Aristocrats

Ricky Gervais: Hitler interprets Nietzsche

>"and on a very distant star slimy creatures scan the skies."


I come very briefly to this place.
I watch it move. I watch it shake.
Kumowaku yamano. Watashino sakebi. Watashino koewo.
Ushano kokoku. Watashiwa sokoni. Watashiwa asobu.
Mountain with clouds. A cry. My voice. Home of the brave.
I’m here now. And lost.

They say the dead will rise again. And here they come now.
Strange animals out of the Ice Age. And they stare at you. Dumbfounded.
Like big mistakes.
And we say: Keep cool. Maybe if we pretend this never happened, they’ll all just go away.

Watashiwa sokoni. Watashiwa asobu. Mewotoji. Mewotoji.
Kikunowa kotori. Watashino sakebi. Watashino koewo.
I am here in this place. Losing. My eyes are closed. Closed.
Birds are there. Hearing something. Shouting. My voice.
(And yet, we could all be wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time.)

Kumowaku yamano. Watashiwa sokoni. Watashiwa asobu.
Kumiwaku yamano. Kikunowa kotori. Watashino sakebi.
Mountains with clouds. I am there. Lost.
Mountains with clouds. Birds are there. Hearing something. A shout.

They say the world is smaller now. Small world.
They say that man is taller now. Tall man.
They say the stars are closer now. Thank you, lucky stars.
You come very briefly to this place.
Jikanwa tomaru. Ushano kokoku.
Time is stopped. Home of the brave.

And on a very distant star, slimy creatures scan the skies.
They’ve got plates for hands. And telescopes for eyes.
And they say: Look! Down there, a haunted planet, spinning around.
They say: Watch it move. Watch it shake. Watch it turn. And shake.
Watashiwa sokoni. Watashiwa asobu. Kumowaku yamano.
Watashino sakebi. Watashino koewo. Mewotoji. Mewotoji.
I am there. Lost. Mountains with clouds.
A cry. A shout. My eyes are shut. Shut.
And we say: Watch us move. Watch us shake. We’re so pretty.
We’re so pretty.
We say: Watch us move now. Watch us shake.
We’re so pretty.
Shake our hands. Shake our heads. We shake our feet.
We’re so fine.
The way we move. The way we shake.
We’re so nice.