Sol Invictus |
After a grim and grueling year,
our well-deserved December holiday is finally
here. We will don pointy red hats, exchange gifts, and eat too much. Drink we
must and drink we will. We will celebrate the Birth of The Lord on December
25th.
Time to party like its 123 A.D.
The festival of Saturnalia starts on December
17th and culminates with the birthday of our glorious Sol Invictus on the
25th. We pray and sacrifice for King Sol to light our benighted world.
It’s the most beautiful time of the year, the joyful season
when both the poor and the mighty decorate their shops, homes and streets with
brightly colored ornaments when. We light candles and hang lanterns to counter
winter’s darkness. Our neighbors and co-workers
wear outlandish outfits, and many enjoy the temporary suspension of public
morality to dance, disrobe, and engage in acts that would be make a pig blush
during the rest of the year. For those who need extra encouragement there will
be mulled wine and spiced drink to lubricate long nights of wild irreverence.
Don’t hold back! What happens in Saturnalia, stays in
Saturnalia
Every city, town and village will designate a “Lord of
Misrule” to lead the way, encourage mayhem, and speak truth to power. Remember:
short of murder, nothing you say or do during Saturnalia can be held against
you. Bosses become workers and workers, bosses. The meek inherit the
earth and turn it upside down, if only for a week. So stick it to The Man and enjoy
it while it lasts.
Alas, no good tradition goes unpunished. There is a dark
side to all the merriment. Prudish forces of political correctness are trying
to co-opt our ancient ways. The holier-than-thou insist upon saying “Happy
Holidays” instead of “Io Saturnalia.” These self-proclaimed saints demand that
the traditional week of debauchery be replaced with just one quiet, solemn day
on the December 25th.
Don’t be fooled by these repressed pilgrims! The
puritanical few should not be allowed to dictate morality over those of us who
honor tradition. We true believers must hold fast to our lasciviousness and
sacrifice. And when it comes to sacrifice, don't forget that the Gods prefer
suckling pigs.
Io Saturnalia!
Want more? The first chapter of "Aqueduct to Nowhere" will transport you back to the Saturnalia festivities and chaos that follows in 123 A.D..
While I am of the Reformed Druids (we pray to bushes if no oaks around), I heartily endorse our Roman brother's most hallowed of days...Up the Man!! IO SATURNALIA!!
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