Blackwolf the Dragonmaster's Diary of Magecraft

Being a Chronicle of the Inner Secrets of, and Spells of Magick as Wielded by, the Philosopher of the Internet and Unofficial Sorcerer-in-Residence of the City of New York

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As New York's Unofficial Wizard, my mission is to encourage the Mortals of Manhattan to imagine responsibly!

Monday, September 08, 2008

Monday Morning Grumblies: "Dumbledore, Where Are You Now?"

Well, here we are, Mortals --- Monday, September 8th, 2008, Mortal-reckoning .... and another damn Monday here at the ol' Diary of Magecraft. Let's face it, dearies, there was just too much on ol' Blackwolf's mind the other night, and basically, I couldn't sleep all night. And here be a few of the reasons why: I, for one, am just about ready to throw in the towel as far as everything goes. Not existing in general, mind you; no, I renounced suicide aeons ago. No, what makes me wanna wrap things up are as follows: Our economy sucks; we have two untried candidates for President; television doesn't really matter anymore; the hip-hop culture bores me, and we're losing control of society with every passing hour.

In short, we need you again, Albus Dumbledore!

Let's face reality, dearies: your Dragonmaster has clearly begun to realize that society as a whole is falling apart --- and despite the High Istari's having assigned me to take the challenge on, I am forced to conclude that I'm just about through grumbling at the world in general. More and more, it is becoming apparent that this is rapidly becoming no place for an intelligent, sensitive Wizard like me. My fellow eccentrics have taken to the Web to voice their beliefs; New York per se continues to lose its cultural icons at an alarming rate; and money, power and greed remain the only things that count in the Multiverse! We need you once more, Albus Dumbledore!

I have reached a point in me Wizardly career when I simply MUST throw up my hands and admit defeat --- my original mission, that of encouraging my fellow New Yorkers to imagine responsibly is becoming constantly ignored in these days leading up to the seventh anniversary of the events of 9/11 .... and in all honesty, it's pissing me off!

Yes, my children: Master Blackwolf is in You wouldn't like me when I'm angry mode this morning --- and, by Merlin's beard, I am most certainly angry. Why, then, have I summoned the aid of Albus Dumbledore? Because I believe that he and he alone can rescue the world from itself before the onslaught of a Third World War renders our society unrescuable. Never mind that there are those who say that no spell can reawaken the dead; I say, fie upon such opinions! Dumbledore is our only hope to save the world ....... before it's too late!

In fact, y'know what? Might as well spit it out right now, while my attitude calls for it: DUMBLEDORE FOR PRESIDENT! Yes, I said DUMBLEDORE FOR PRESIDENT!

And why would I want Hogwarts' Headmaster in the White House? I hear you asking. Because, you twits, only he can rescue our civilization from oblivion --- before we wind up blowing everything up! Have you fools learned nothing from that first Planet of the Apes movie, dammit? Wasn't that closing scene where Charlton Heston found himself facing a beached Statue of Liberty enough to teach you all about your future? Apparently, the answer is no. So now, I have to yell and scream that Dumbledore is our only hope!

OK, methinks I've ranted long enough. If you think I've gone nuts, e-mail me and let me know: or

Master Blackwolf