There’s this wonderful didactic meme about ruining snack time, in reference to the brutal bloodshed which occurred during the Chiquita Banana Massacre when three thousand striking workers gathered on a sunday following attending mass were brutally slain in Colombia at the behest of the United States government. Recently something similar has given me pause: having just relocated to the Crescent City area we’re presently at the height of King Cake season, a fantastic opportunity to celebrate that lord and diminutive, immaculate savior by carving up some brioche dough, following feast of the epiphany and continuing through ash wednesday, in hopes of locating the plastic baby hidden in one of the slices. Which is all delicious and pious until one notices Baal magnets amidst the icons of Bacchus prevalently parading about, and discerns rephrasing of Aleister Crowley’s preferred tenet — recently spotted on Jay-Z’s sweatshirt — ‘do what you wanna’ slipped casually into the refrain of a popular krewe chant following the iconic ‘joc-a-mo’ chorus… o_o

apophenia 
world’s oldest 
profession