You probly had the feeling all along. It certainly got worse as that evil shit of a year wound itself up, but if only to stop us giving up at midnight those twelve dreadful months ago, they didn't dare tell us til now that 2016 had the mark of The Beast all over it.
Or we were simply too stupid to work it out.
I'm neither superstitious nor a follower of foolishness like numerology, but these patterns are fascinating. Big thanks to inventor and author Cliff Pickover and formidable mathematician Inder Jeet Taneja for doing these numbers.
For
those who came in late, this all started in the Book Of Revelations,
where in chapter 13 crazy John plucks from his astonishing hallucinations the
following:
"And he had power to give life unto the image
of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as
many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed. And he
causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a
mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or
sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his
name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of
the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and
six."
Saturn Devouring His Son, Francesco de Goya (1819-1823) Museo del Padro, Madrid.
2016 also used a lot of third powers, into which I'm sure you'll read what you wish.
So in 2017, let's hope everybody can get a turn at being THE ONE.
That'll be the very one that gets us out of 2016. Never leave that spot vacant.
Step right up folks!
Thankyou for following the DRINKSTER through a very tricky time. I'll tell you about it some day.
People who can read proper sentences with commas and punctuation and stuff are becoming very scarce, so I value every one of you.
Happy new year! Have a wee whaanious dram or ten. Ka-chink!
photo by Satanika (Sister St Annika) Berlingieri
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Happy New Year X
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