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Madam Love Shine

The Hidden Offering of

aXe:  One Face of "Liz"

The Elizabeth Montgomery face of The Bewitched Statue, Salem, MA.
#! /bin/bash

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# P R O L O G U E:  Kill'em all  ||  Let X sort it out.
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# Production:  Unholy Scripture, unLTD.
# Cat Coven:   The Fellowship of Sweetie Magara
# Program:      aXe (axe X environment) — A face of "Liz"
# Description: Swinging scripture of evil command line execution.
# Evil Author:  D. Andrew Gould
# Copyleft??:   2019

# "Lizzie Borden took an axe and gave her mother forty whacks.
#   When she'd saw what she had done, she gave her father forty-one."
-- anonymous cellar dweller

# "To make evilwm exit, you have to kill the process."
#   -- evilwm manual page

# This incantation attempts to terminate as many open X clients that it
# can, including your darling, virgin window manager, and quite
# possibly, its immediate family.  Yes, we're well aware that
# some misled atheists like to pass control to a boring utility,
# such as Xclock, to exit their gooey (sic) session, or steer their
# wheels to a colorful menu as instructed to log out; however,
# those types are complete and utter sissies whose fragile feelings
# probably still require their overprotective mommies to tuck them
# into their plush, cozy blankets at night. Direct your tomatoes and
# complaints to P.O. Box /dev/null, and your blood donations to
# The Fellowship of Sweetie Magara.

# PS:  Worship The Cat.

This Is Our Rolling Manifesto and We're Sticking To It.

The Fellowship of Sweetie Magara is a mobile, systemic, close-knit circle of worshippers that is rooted in The Witch City and Lake Winnipesaukee region of New England. We are non-conformists who thrive in a creative spirit realm; mortal restraints can not shackle us to earthbound curriculums. We reject censorship, religious persecution, political parties, and groupthink. We arrange and perform musical ceremonies that shower baptize her highness with melodic praise, and vomit promote our core beliefs feral ministry through controversial, subliminal sermons—where the generated sums body aggregation of work , of which, is greater than the sum total of their individual parts related elements. (My God, Missy, who's writing this?)

Our members hail from all walks of life the other side, an alumni that encompasses aspiring writers, musicians, independent thinkers, accidental nudists the fashion transparent, unorthodox programmers, and outcasts from secret societies society, including historical figures like Ceely Rose and Rebecca Nurse. We are drawn together by a unrelenting devotion to our felines. We are guided by forces unseen and are forever infatuated with Barbara Eden and Elizabeth Montgomery—so what if she's dead?!! We wake up at noon (unless some idiot makes a lot of racket).

Once upon a time there was a harlot  named  conformity.

Bridget Bishop's seat at The Witchcraft Trials Memorial, Salem, MA.

Creative work that draws the puritanical ire of a puppeteered society does not offend us, even if it incorporates harsh language, or—gasp!—nudity. Free expression knows no bounds, answers to no mortal man mortal, and frequently aspires to test challenge global authority. Likewise, we piss spit at the undersized, draconian shoes boots of censorship, and encourage others in our flock to follow suit. For those in bitter contrast, we kindly suggest GPSing the nearest mirror, and stripping down to your bare essentials. Try not to scream, or you will be disrupting our congregation, which is praying for you, of course.

We are vehemently against the persecution of people based on their choice of religion. We believe everyone should be able to worship who they want, how they want, where and when they want, even if it's entails shaking your money-maker, kneeling to licorice Necco wafers, or, in our case, the shameless and submissive glorification of the household domesticated cat. However, if your form of indulgence involves self-worship, we may forced to call upon The Fellowship to have its lusty way with you.

We don't subscribe to political parties. The Republicans are fear-mongers and the Democrats are borderline insane, which is hard to point out to them since they don't believe in borders. Each side is in a tug-a-war for your devotion, and it all plays out in social media, and on state-sponsered cable networks who bring you 15 minutes of news, repeated over and over, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365/6 days a year. It's a standard form of brainwash, a dusty little minstrel whose goal is to pipe-flirt flute the disciples down a well-worn, vulnerable trail that is commonly referred to as groupthink.

“But, Sweetie, everybody knows that Tucker Carlson speaks to statues and they slip him the coveted “code” to power the Beltway. That's why those bastards socialists are destroying the monuments!”

TV Land's Elizabeth Montgomery Bewitched Statue

Let the music set you free!

Where Your Cat Is When You Are Gone

Gretchen Programming.

Devil Music—Cat Worship —Debauchery—Fine Dining, Great Food.

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