SACK UP, YOU PUTRID SACKS OF SHIT! RUN SOME GODDAMN 30 SECOND ADS OF YOUR OWN IF YOU NEED TO -- THE REPUBLICANS DON'T OWN 30 SECOND ADS. HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BE WILLING TO SEND KIDS TO DIE FOR OUR COUNTRY AND CONSTITUTION BUT YOU WON'T PUT YOUR OWN POLITICAL HIDE ON THE LINE FOR FEAR THAT THE MOST DESPISED PRESIDENT IN AMERICAN HISTORY WILL CALL YOU A PUSSY? GODDESS, YOU'RE PATHETIC.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."