Of an Inauguration and Other Significant Events
What causes this foolish old beetlehead to wax poetic on the President's Inauguration is that there will, despite everything, still be angry Mortals who hate the idea that ol' Dubya is once more prepared to defend our country his way. Blarst these foolish Mortals! When last I consulted the various documents of record, there was, I recall, a reason they call us the UNITED States of America! By Merlin's beard, there is constantly a thirst for non-stop anarchy in this country ---and I, for one, begin to grow increasingly annoyed by it! It's not enough that we're not properly focused; it seems to me that we're missing the overall point, that point being that Osama and company still want Americans to bend unto their will. We won't, and they know it. Yet the problem is that they will stop at nothing to get their evil message across, and if they're not stopped NOW, we will indeed fall back into the Dark Ages!
The thing is, we won't let ourselves fall back into the Dark Ages, and, again, they know it. And I should like to go on record as saying that I will stand for the Stars and Stripes for as long as I can until there are no more battles to be won or even lost. The Quest, as ever, is to survive...... Can I survive, and still maintain my dignity as a Wizard and as a person? And then, of course, dear readers, there's you. You obviously will see me Diary of Magecraft and wonder why ol' Blackwolf is on yet another of his damn-fool rantings about nothing in particular. Look, do you want Seinfeld, or do you want the 4800-year-old Wizard?
Frankly, Mortals, there's a lot for this foolish Wizard to juggle: the Academy Award Nominations; the Grammy Awards (particularly, the nomination the fresh hound got for Best Comedy Album); the horror that IS Super Bowl XXXIX; the coming of Star Wars Episode III; Oscar Night itself --- oh, I could go on and on and on! How can one Mage dare to rise above it all? I ask ye!
Well, I could blog at you until I'm blue in the face (chances are, I'm already there even now!), but I'm beginning to like this, so I think at this point, I shall stop. Life's too short to drive a Planet bonkers; I already lose enough sleep as it is driving the denizens of Manhattan bonkers. Which, of course, is another reason for me to come right out and say:
GOD, I LOVE BEING A WIZARD!
Fearlessly yours, as ever,