JUNE 29 (PRIDE STRIPT & WHIPT)

A Golden Shovel Poem:

We see dimly in the Present what is small and what is great,           
Slow of faith how weak an arm may turn the iron helm of fate,       
But the soul is still oracular; amid the market’s din, 
List the ominous stern whisper from the Delphic cave within,—     
“They enslave their children’s children who make compromise with sin.” 

–James Russel Lowell–
The Present Crisis
(1845)

JUNE 12th (PRIDE STRIPT & WHIPT)

The supreme Court ruled in 67,
something that would please Moses in heaven.
Mixed race marriages can’t be banned by states.
Such racism the Almighty God hates.

Just recall God’s wrath on Miriam’s face,
when, to Moses’s wife, she showed no grace.
Our sin not skin is a changeable choice.
May just men punish those who sex-change boys!

JUNE 11th (PRIDE STRIPT & WHIPT)

‘On that sea the Charybdis of luxury devours salvation; there with virginal countenance the Scylla of passion, smiling, lures chastity to shipwreck. Here is a barbarian shore, here the pirate Devil with his comrades carries chains of bondage. Do not trust him; do not be careless, even if the sea smiles like the quiet waters of a lake, even if the topmost surface of the quiescent element barely curls, this plain holds great mountains; within is peril; within is the enemy. Quick with the halyards, lower the sails. Let the cross of the ship’s yard be fastened on the bows; that calm is a storm.'”