June: the Best and the Worst
GORGEOUS June — month of roses and warbling wrens. Month of baby bunnies and lush lawns. Month of wedding bowers and youthful innocence.
June is joy. June is love. June is the best of months.
But, wait.
Depraved June — month of thorns. June is brutal fatsos in leather thongs; Bolsheviks with purple hair, witches with facial fish hooks, corporate managers with approving grins; crayon rainbows, pornographic parades, perverse propaganda, cultural suicide and the theft of innocence.
June is the best of months and the worst of months. June is petals and thorns.
File your petitions and fund your lawsuits. It won’t make a bit of difference. You can’t overturn institutionalized tyranny through legal channels. You can’t overturn a contempt for law by appeals to law. You may live in a remote town, seemingly normal, but the bloodhounds will find that town and force depravity down your throat — and the local police will protect them. The bloodhounds will hunt down innocence wherever it may be — and your employer will cheer them on. (more…)

