If you had told me a few months ago that by Labor Day not only would a once revered American hero and his stately beer heiress trophy wife be revealed to be practicing satanic sex magic but also that said candidate was actually picking the couples preferred spermistic sigil slate as his "running mate", I would have thought you possessed yourself. But then - I didn't have the benefit of Lucifer whispering what was to come in my ear, did I??!
I trusted him.....
I believed in him.....
Johnny we hardly knew ye.....!!
02 September 2008
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