The Presidential 'debates' are like that beach. The stench is bad enough with the 'I'm the Great Donald, the greatest, everyone says so' on one side, and the 'baby-killer and anyone else that gets in the way killer' on the other. The Hairy Narcissist vs the Zombie, face-eater. Can you hear that roar? Enough to make a man weep.
In the Tavern it is quiet. I have spent some time that past week down in the cellars; my tears have been put to use washing the floor in the Crypt.
'Is this Thy Justice, Oh Lord', I ask. 'Is this what we deserve?'
Just around the headland in the small pristine bay that is Oz we are also hearing and smelling the wind. The 'debate' here is called the 'Plebisite', which frankly sounds like an infection. It certainly smells rotten.
We have rarely been in such an awful state of moral decline. It is overwhelming us. Little girls, once charming and a delight have been sucked into the maw of depravity. Dragged out from the beach where they played they are tumbled in the detrius and will be cast ashore, torn. And the so-called adults cheer.
And I am preparing for a Journey to a far off Mainland, taking messages along with me to be delivered before I put m'self in the hands of a ship's Captain. Hense the lack of posting on this notice board.
We like to think that we are our own Captains, charting our own course, but we can be overtaken by Great Waves. Age is one such: History and cumulative error another. So I have been in a reflective state.
As a Warrior of 'Standing' I know of War and know the signs. I know that sometimes a war is justified; and sometimes it is a vortex that drags the wise and the foolish alike unwillingly into the maelstrom.
There are wars external and wars internal. I talk of the Man called to Battle, and of his own internal battles, where he fights the evils invading his soul. In a war a Man goes his own way, and here he goes again.
Just look at the carnage in the Middle East. Do you even remember how we got into that mess? There was a justifiable war to drive the Iraqi troops out of Kuwait, a small nation known only for its oil. Invaded and taken over it cried out for help.
People I once knew well went to their aid. Good soldiers, Knights.
And here we go again, down that road. But the justification has changed. From the 'aid and succour' we have moved to 'interference' and joining the evil. It has been like tackling a hornet's nest. You need to be very careful how you do it and what you do with it.
We are unfortunate in having a 'leadership' in the west of men (and women) of bad faith. Odds; Incompetents; deliberate mischief-makers; downright evil sods.
But there will be a price to pay.
We look to the Middle East and see a horde growing, enslaving, killing, destroying. And 'we' - our leaders and many outside of the Tavern's hedges - cheer them on, and join in.
We know not what we do.
Inexorably, inevitably, a war comes our way, from outside and in.
Hell is coming to breakfast.
Be in a Crypt when the enemy comes to drag you out. For no-one will be spared.
It is well not to have this conversation....
"What did you do in the War, Daddy?"
"I went to a Miley Cyrus Concert"
PS. I shall be quiet in the Crypt for a while and then away in the Sinful City, the Teeming Metropolis for a while. Occasional short snippets may be here during that time.