The Great Debate Rages at RGVECB

The repercussions from the general alienation from Mom Nature, that is the WG, are fixin' to be terrible indeed. And no power can head those terrible repercussions off. So we at RGVECB and all the Druidry in these parts, need to hone in on savin' our own skins and ferget about the ignorant and vulgar. The wicker fires be lit. Let em burn.
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No, no, no. We got to hep em. We got to bring em to the Goddess, all those sufferin' lost piglets.
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It's too late.
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No, no, no. It's never too late, so long as Druid Hope remains.
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Yesterday, Ray's cinnamon bun, though delicious anyway, was burnt on its bottom. That's a portend fer skin-savin', fer sure.
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Yikes! Burnt on the bottom ye say!
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I do indeed, fer it was veritiably singed and the cinnamon and sugar mixed together on the bottom of that particular bun was a might* blackened.
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Ah ha! That means the Goddess is only going to wicker the worst of the liars and gluttons, maybe.
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There are a great many of the wicked, how will the WG discern which are merely, the worst?
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The land itself shall take voice, and the land shall have to tell on them!
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All righty then. Er. Some of us have noticed that the WG aint as discriminating in Her application of the wicker as some of us might wish.
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That''s why the land must give up the king and his (its) wicked ministers, stoopid!
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Whoa! Yepper. I plumb fergot about that expeditious solution.
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The great debate rages, the wheel turns and we all go round.

The Arkdruid

*There is no consensus in these parts on this spell. However, most of us agree that the spell "mite", in the context used is funnier, so from now on we will substitute the spell "mite" for "might" in this particular context, maybe. Also, in deference to the many fans of flies, we might use the spell "midge", maybe.