Mrs Morrison's Hotel

The 100% personal official blog for Patricia Kennealy Morrison, author, Celtic priestess, retired rock critic, wife of Jim

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I was, wait, sorry, that's "David Copperfield". Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares). Became a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort (Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison). See Favorite Books below for a big announcement...The Rennie Stride Mysteries. "There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman (Also @ and

Friday, October 20, 2006

Holy, So to Speak , Crap

A quote:


The top US general defended the leadership of Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld, saying it is inspired by God.

"He leads in a way that the good Lord tells him is best for our country," said Marine General Peter Pace, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.


Oh really? Just what "Lord" would that be? Lord of the Rings? (Cue Rick Santorum...) Lord of the Flies? Lord Sandwich? Lord Byron?

You know, anybody can SAY God talks to them. That doesn't mean it's true. Making such statements used to get you burned at the stake. (Helloooooo, Joan of Arc!)

For that matter, anybody can SAY they're "the Lord". Plenty of folks on the Other Side like to make trouble just as much as they did in their days on earth. Hey, maybe it's a boring old Saturday night: "Okay, let's go mess with Rumsfeld, he's such a jerk he'll believe anything we tell him if we claim we're the Boss!"
Who's to say that, oh, just for instance, Hitler isn't the one who's got Rummy's ear and questionable balls in a vise-like grip, posing as the Big Kahuna?

On the other hand...ooooh....could it be....SATAN??? [/Dana Carvey] Yes! I believe it could.

Most people, if they claim God talks to them, are immediately and compassionately put on medication and their families then take them away to a nice quiet room where they can't hurt others or themselves and can spend the day doing wholesome arts and crafts.

Commit Rummy! should be our new prayer. It's for his own good. And I'm sure the good Lord agrees with the sentiment.


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