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Victorian names


(The transcript is provided by me for hard of hearing and deaf readers)

Cartoon Man: Viewers may like to know that all names in the following sketch are genuine Victorian names, Good day.

Teacher: All right, settle down. Mr. Butler isn’t here today so I’ll be taking the register. Now I don’t know any of you so be sure to call out when you hear your name.

Rasberry Lemon, Lettuce burger, Buverale? (I am not sure if I am spelling that right) I am sorry, I think I must have picked up a shopping list.

Male student in brown: No, Miss…those are children’s names. There not answering cause there off sick.

Teacher: Buverale and Rasberry? Honestly, Christian names have gotten weird since Victoria became queen. Well, okay on with the register

Male student in brown: Here, Miss.

Teacher: Sit down, what are you talking about?

Male student in brown: You said Okay on the register. That is me I’m Okay…okay Johnson

Teacher: Well….okay..ah…unless I give permission do never get out of your seat.

Female student in white bonnet: Yes, Miss?

Teacher: Why are you standing up?

Female student in white bonnet: You said never get out of your seat. I’m Never…workwood

Teacher: Has nobody got an ordinary in this classroom? *student raises hand* Yes?

Blonde male student: Toilet.

Teacher: All right, be quick.

Blonde male student: No, that’s my name. I think that is quite a normal name. My sister is called Baboon.

Teacher: Toilet and Baboon? Your parents must be evil.

Blonde male student: No, that’s evil over there. *points to another student

Teacher: Yes

Female student in white bonnet and apron: I got an ordinary name, Miss, it’s Susan

Teacher: Ah, that’s more like it

Female student in white bonnet and apron: Susan Severliver thrower.

Teacher:*sigh* Ah…well let’s try to get through this shall we? I’ll say your names and you’ll say here and I’ll try not to share your names accidently. Happy?

Female student in blue-gray dress: Yes, Miss?

Teacher: Don’t tell me your name is Happy? *girl thumps up* sigh…right. All we go.

Freezer Brezeer? Princess Cheese? Minty Badger? Scary Looker….now I’m sorry….why would anyone call their child Scary Looker? *boys moves his eyes* Forget…I asked

*teacher goes to the chalkboard

Teacher: Now, I am Miss Farting Clack.

Students: Good morning, Miss Farting Clack *giggles

Mouse: Yes, those really were all real Victorian names, Minty Badger and Princess Cheese. It makes what celeberites name their children almost normal. Yeah right….

Thoughts on the violence as of late….


As many of you know where was a shooting at a Sikh Temple in Wisconsion and an arson attack on a Msoque in Missouri. This is only when are nation is just starting to recover from the Aurora shootings.

All the violence seems to come so quickly after another. Of course there is violence everyday, but for such large scale assaults to come as close to one another. It almost feels like a punishment.

The loss, the anger, and the tears. Do many unaswered questions. It is at times like this I and many others look toward out spirtual belief for anwers, comfort, and just for some stability.

In dark irony though most of the attacks have been aimed at Religious places. Some people blame religion s the source of violence in itself, of course that is foolishness.

Humans can be violent about anything. There have been violence aimed at people for their poliitcal beliefs to their race or gender. I still say hate and fear is the root of violence.

However, I do not have the answers and neither shall I pretend too. All I can do is see, listen, and feel, as much as my mortal being allows me too.

All I observe is a world in pain and in need of community, love and healing. In this world we are so connected to one another, but at the same time so disconnected, by everything to politics to race.

My heart does ease when I read of communities coming together to express sorrow and share in one another pain. It is at times like this that human’s most basic desire is exposed and rare. The need of understanding, comfort, and love.

This is how I try yo make sense of something that does not make any.

Violence never has any reason behind it.

Charge of the God


Listen the the words of the Great Father, who of old was called Osiris,
Adonis, Zeus, Thor, Pan, Cernunnos, Herne, Lugh and by many other

My Law is Harmony with all things.
Mine is the secret that opens the gates of life and mine is the dish of salt of the
earth that is the body of Cernunnos that is the eternal circle of rebirth.
I give the knowledge of life everlasting, and beyond death I give the promise of
regeneration and renewal.
I am the sacrifice, the father of all things, and my protection blankets the earth.

Hear the words of the dancing God, the music of whose laughter stirs the
winds, whose voice calls the seasons:

I who am the Lord of the Hunt and the Power of the Light, sun among the clouds
and the secret of the flame
I call upon your bodies to arise and come unto me.
For I am the flesh of the earth and all its beings.
Thru me all things must die and with me are reborn.
Let my worship be in the body that sings, for behold all acts of willing sacrifice
are my rituals.
Let there be desire and fear, anger and weakness, joy and peace, awe and longing
within you.
For these too are part of the mysteries found within yourself, within me, all
beginnings have endings, and all endings have beginnings.