Histe Up the John B Sail

St. Mary's Church

In the blind Sunday night of May 22, 2011, when Rev. Justin ('Time') Monaghan heard the train a'comin', he jumped the tub walls, grabbed both plastic duckies, and rode 'er out. Yeehaw and splishsplash.

Lookit the rev'run, praying with renewed -- and sincere -- fervor!

But Elijah is already come; and they knew him not, but did whatsoever they wanted to him. (Matthew 17)

Rubba dub dubya three men in a tub. Y'all.

It was good enough for Noah and Jonah. Washin' up, washin' down.

We come on the sloop "John B"

my grandfather and me

(B. Wilson)

That'd be Ray Ruff. Mentioned last outing, in 1953 little dynamo got borned. The fittythree Worchester, Massachusetts twister now ties 2011 Joplin for largest U.S. tornado disasters on record.

Once again: silencio from Medea about how recent increases in quakes, vulcanism, and extreme meteorology aren't really happening . . . it's just greater population density. Oh, and buildings . . . absolutely . . . lots more buildings now. And that's your Noos at Elven, tune out again next time when.

Anything. But. God.

Certain plantation men and women integrated African roots, pain, and a little something else, and created songs of humility and trust in god. They were rewarded with prophecy, and kingdom. The ark went with them; they endured.

From faith in bondage, all the way down to Pharaoh and Beyonce and Oprah, full of libertas and rebellion.

Joplin recalls twin American music icons, Ragtime Scott and Wailing Janis, latter hailing from Port Arthur, Texas. One for NSpaceman. ;O)

(Boomers made Janis into a goddess; she didn't self-deify.)

The linked article above ends with a local woman commenting, "The tornado has split Joplin in two."

Jop is male, deriving primarily (tho not exclusively) from Biblical Job, who personified trust, strength, and patience during satanic attack. Lin is female, meaning fine jade or forest, connoting material/earthly elements, gross or refined . . . as opposed to Job's spirituality.

So: Joplin was composed of Eastern female and Western male, now torn asunder by tornado. Joplin also suggests Japan, with its dual dragon.

Think ye that I am come to give peace in the earth? Nay, but rather division . . . when ye see a cloud rising in the west, straightaway ye say, There cometh a shower (Luke 12)

St. John's Regional Medical Center in Joplin, Missouri, run by the Sisters of Mercy, stood splay-legged, directly in the tornado's path.

Bad idea. Perhaps the sisters weren't sufficiently merciful? Not that mercy is their business anyway.

Their business is obedience. For the few remaining.

Johannite pal, St. Mary's Catholic Church, was dopply disfavored, along with rectory structures and school.

Appraised, razed, and dazed, like the closing scene in the Coenheads' A Serious Man.

Only things left standing: a cross and a priest. In a tub.

He's sitting in the rubble going, "Well. I guess I'm done."

Start again from scratch with just the essentials oh and p.s. -- apparently god will decide who's a "saint."

'Midst the flying furnace, Joplin's other Catholic Church, St. Peter the Apostle, emerged unscathed.

When winds exceed 200 mph, you want the right foundation stones.

Hey now, the well run dry

pages of your book on fire

read the writing on the wall

Hoedown it's a showdown

everywhere you look see the fighting

hear the call

And you know it's gettin' stronger

can't fake 'em out much longer

(Turn to Stone)

Guess Joplin's lucky it didn't build a St. Mary Magdalene Cathedral! Hell-o Dan Brown you'll want a fast hoss.

Ding Ding Ding! Severe Whether Alert!

Laredo Tornado

Eleven days prior, on May 10-11, in that swollen tick called the Dallas-Fort Worth metropolis -- where Dealey Plaza yet squats regal and unsated -- past-due notices began arriving.

You have been served. You have been served.

Have a great millennium.

We aim to please, and we're pleased to aim.

now storming fury rose

And clamor such as heard in heaven till now

Was never, arms on armor clashing brayed

Horrible discord, and the madding wheels

Of brazen chariots raged; dire was the noise

Of conflict; overhead the dismal hiss

Of fiery darts in flaming volleys flew

And flying vaulted either host with fire:

So under fiery cope together rushed

Both battles main, with ruinous assault

And inextinguishable rage; all heaven

Resounded

(Milton, Paradise Lost)

At first it looks like Texas is being attacked from the sky.

Dozens of flourescent explosions sweep through the night in bursts of bright blue, orange, and green flashes.

Below is a still, but the videos are far jollier.

They have set up kings, but not by me; they have made princes, and I knew it not; of their silver and their gold they have made them idols, that they may be cut off . . . the workman made it; therefore it is not of God: but the calf of Samaria shall be broken in pieces; for they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. (Hosea 8)

"Workman" = craftsman, ignorant of their own cornerstone, building idols to money and goddesses and themselves.

The calf resonates Exodus. Same game. Samaria combines Sam(ael) and Maria. Sam = Baal, Milcom, Osiris, etc.

The rebuke via Hosea generally targets idolatry, especially goddess-worship, which the Hebrew tribes (and spiritual "Israel") carried, and clung to, from early Caananite sojourns until, uh, what time is it now?

Whose statue stands outside U.S. court buildings? Whose statutes are kept inside? Hint it ain't Jesus . . . even little dumbname-o hips that. It's not God's chosen, the king, ruling in mercy and righteousness.

It's just sis. Wanting to be what she never was, and never can be.

Whose iconic statue welcomes foreigners to her syncretistic nation?

Ahab and Jezebel re-inforced Baal and Asherah shrines at their Sa-marian HQ. These Demetrian grain/fertility cults get a backhand slap in the "sow the wind" phrase, as do modern attempts literally to seed clouds, coerce the weather, and change times and seasons.

Poor cook he took the fits

threw away all of my grits

then he went and ate up all of my corn

Agriculture is a type of coercion, as invitees to the Cerelean Groves well-understand. In the future, it will be a gift, instead of a sly, grisly, constant demand.

"Sow the wind" means praying to nothing, or to no-one, like pigs flying . . . expending one's NRG on impermanent things. The whirlwind divides eternal from non.

Same wind that blows down the town, blows us broke and broke-up, home from our surfin' safari.