Part Deux

The other camp. Talk about a breath of fresh air. The newest camp includes people who work for a living, pay membership dues for expenses, and meet in public places, auspiciously not focusing on co-mingling and hippity hopping (if you get my drift) among the ranks. Gone are the undercurrents of "he said - she said" and choosing sides, proclaiming self-righteous and pious behaviors. Needless to say, I, the bastardized traitor, have chosen this side, since there aren't the dramatic overtones associated with this group. There are no pedophiles, murderers, murderesses (or supposed), cat killers, rat breeders selling food stuffs from the same house, and no knee deep dogs sharing olfactory essences, tapdancing to La Cucaracha and animal hair/dander.

I was with the other camp for over 10 years, so leaving was in some ways hard, until I was shunned by the Mother, who then blogged using MY by-line from St Rodney King. So sad, so sad. Then spouting bull crapola about being long term friends and losing friends in the shuffle - well baby, wonder who did the shuffling and shunning.....

Anyway, enough of MY bandwagon toward that subject. Pagans are much like any other breed of creature. Some get along great, some are infiltrated with others with different agendas, band standers, and people who just want to elevate themselves off of the petticoats of others misfortunes.

Part Deux shall end, and more will be coming as time goes by. Gave a donation to one of the local come and meet areas, was thanked, asked about thoughts, and when gave, didn't seem interested. Hope the money goes to something good. Am quasi not sure as many that are attracted to that, are not people who will spend money and support any efforts, will only be there for the handouts and to elevate themselves. Weather today, warm this morning, this afternoon is cooler with damp in the air. I think fall has fallen and can't get up!