"They gave a very high—indeed, a dominating—place in their minds to religion. It played as large a part in the life of the seventeenth century as sport does now." (via Dear Sweet Filthy World)
"guy has a trillion dollars, 0 friends, and has never landed a joke. I know a pact with the devil when I see one." —@lolennui.bsky.social
"Screwworm Monument"
Maybe we should let the fucker stand.
As a reminder: once Beelzebub
in semi-human hair & human flab
sat grinning, & dismayed the mappemunde...
Or call 'em screwworms, pests we let persist
and some allied with, angling for reward,
or this was elder evil, now unhid—
America's unaliving, ably sourced.
The game we gave our futures to had spoken.
Screwworms & screwworm follies & screwworm hates
(so many hates!)—as Foxslop sugarcoats,
Lincoln's eclipsed by some bad dream from Bacon.
—Well, at last they did themselves unravel,
since no one else seemed ace at screwworm removal.
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