I do not understand the rules, so forgive me if I transgress. I was raised when form was but an extension of content and the Word was justification for itself.
I have no doubt that this shall inflame many, from the Catholic League to the Chixiecrat hordes, from AIPACers to hardworking white people, but truth is always as painful as it is liberating, and I write with awareness that that which I decry is universal in the human heart and mind.
So I offer this, a little paean to an American Idol, a media saint, and a patroness of the Will to Power, for your delectation and amusement in a spirit of fellowship and cameraderie.
My soul does magnify Myself.
And My spirit rejoices in the glory of My Light, My Image, and My Reflection.
Because I have seen Myself transmogrified from humble handmaiden, henceforth all generations
shall call Me blessed.
Because I who am the Light and the Power have done great things to myself.
And My Power and My Light is from generation unto generations for those who bless and fear Me,
And My Wrath shall reach beyond the end of time for those who shun My Light and crave the darkness.
I have shown the power in My Image and pricked the treachery and conceit that lies in the hearts of My enemies.
I have scattered the darkness and My Reflection exalts those who labor humbly in My gardens.
My Light, My Image, and My Reflection shall feed the hungry and the Rich who have delivered to me
offerings in supplication.
Those who seek beyond My Light and shun My Reflection shall know hunger and fester in oblivion.
Worship My Light, My Image, and My Reflection, oh humble servants, for I am the Glory that shines beyond the end of time.