Rialacha Teach Mhorgunna

Alright here we go!!!

Let's see if 3 really is the charm. This is my third attempt … 2nd glitch.

Lers just say I am in a Love Hate relationship with compurers. So forgive me for my tardiness. This story in part happened around Halloween … And we are almost to Thanksgiving. But that's okay as we have a house rule, that as long as there is candy in the bowl … Trick R Treat isn't over.

So I am staring at the last Eyeball Gunball … So every thing is legal as long as we don't get caught.

I have no explination, but I swear a week before Halloween, I kept getting Satanic Panic videos in my you tube fee. I can't say I totally understand the You Tube algorythum arcane. I mean I do watch my fair share of You Tube. And a good portion is D&D/Gaming videos … But I had not been actively researching the subject, but they may have influenced what occurred on that night.

I was sitting at the end of the driveway, handing out candy. My wife was wearing my Strtanger Things T shirt. Me I was wearing a Sons of Gygax shirt. It is the one where the skull is wearing a crown and the beard is a little longer and wilder. Since I have been growing my beard out I thought the reflrxtion was appropriate. About an hour in a kid comes up to me with the sass that only a 10 year old can muster. He looks me up and down and sneers, “Where's your costume. I gave him a hard stare and told him this is my costume. He looks puzzled and says, “Wadcha suppose to be?”

This is where You Tube's influence took ove and said in a low growl, “I am the Satanic Panic.” His eyes got real big and his mom dragged him off.

This got me thinking. I am old enough to lived through the Age of Panic. Not a lot of haggis thrown my way but I did have one experentence that you might find mildly amusing.

About 40 years ago I moved to Orlando, Fl. Disney had opened their second park and I had gotten a job as a puppeteer, leaving family and friends in St. Petersburg. I had gotten tangled up with a pretty young lady named Lou. It was a Sunday afternoon and I was suppose to go over to her house to visit.

Now on that day I had a very batchler moment. I discovered I was out of clean shirts. So I dug deep and found a cherished possession. Now when I left St. Pete, my players gave me a parting gift. They went to a surf shop and had a custu=om t shirt made. They had the airbrush artish replicate the cover of a Dragon Magaine. And not just ANY cover. But the cover of the issue where I had gotten a cartoon published in.

When I got to Lou's house, there they all were … sitting around the dining table … playing cards. Now not only Did this shirt have a fire breathing dragon on it but the back had a nice little poem written on it. “Born on a mountain. Raised in a cave . Dungeons and Dragons is all I crave.”

My first clue that had commited a feux pas was the glare Lou greeted me with. It was matched by her mother, Wanda. She gave me a disappointed look, shaking her head. “John I thought you were such a good Christian boy.” I Replied that I was. A nd she asked how I could call myself a Christain and be associated with … that … game.

I paused and answered, “Before you remove the speck from my eye, remove the beam out of yours.

Uncle Bob got that mischievious grin , settled back in his chair, turned to Lou's Dad and said, “ Wait … this is going to be good.”

I looked her squae in the eyes I asked, “Do you know what those things are. Lou's mom said that they were just. Playing cards. I then asked her if she was aware that these were the minor arc of the Tarot deck and are used to tell fortunes .” I ended with, “accoerding to Milton from Paradise lost , the Inferno, fourtunetellers roam hell with their heads on backwards.”

Scilence … Except for Lou's Dad , Don and Uncle Bob practically falling out of their chairs. Even Grandma giggled.

So do any of you have any Satanic panic experiences?