Raymone's Plant du Jour - Liatris mucronata
Prior to the featured comments by the Plant du Jour. Raymone has a spell to spell. Ms. Olwen White Track, Moon Goddess, who happens to be versed in many languages, including French, has kindly translanted Raymone's spell into English, so that it may be read by those who may be capable of reading, English. Here's Raymone's spell translated.
Raymone's Spell, Translation by O. W. Track, MG.
I, Raymone, the foreigner, would like to remind the silly cowards, cryptofascists and Nazis that have seized state power in the US Mammonite Homeland that the French Druidry, have long experience with such as you. You better not capture me and torture me mercilessly for many years just because you think I know something you want to hear. Because if you do that sort of mischief, the Wicker Man will get you sooner and not later.
We French Druids have seen your like before, Roman and German, colonizers and imperialists. Where are all those bastards now? Easy that, the White Goddess has them all and they are suffering way more from Her neglect of them, than you could ever hope to do to me by torturing me mercillessly for several years. Yes, She keeps them in a special place and only checks up on them when She remembers about them which isn't very often.
Meantime, before the Wicker Man gets you and before you get turned over to the WG, after the Wicker Man enjoys some sport with you, I shall follow the advice of the Lovely Druidess Rayetta, and be very, very, very, very stealthy until I decide to go home.
In closing, I must make the pun. The Wicker Man likes your French fried potato, especially. Ummm, ummm. Pomme de terre, frite. Bon appetite, les Wicker Man.
Hi there. I'm Liatris mucronata. Raymone took my picture. He had to take lots of pictures of me in fact, because he was so aggravated at the prospect of being captured and tortured mercilessly, he couldn't focus on his job, which was to take my picture.
Anyhow, as you might suspect, I am a gay feather. Yep. That's right. Though you may not believe it, one of my many common names is, gay feather. Given that my common name fairly reflects my personality, I couldn't just let Raymone keep feeling so aggravated, so I mollified him. You should have seen what he wanted to spell, and would have, without my gay, mollifying influence.
Slowly, we gay feathers are increasing from seed at the CB. The more of us there are, the gayer it gets. No pun intended.
Raymone's Spell, Translation by O. W. Track, MG.
I, Raymone, the foreigner, would like to remind the silly cowards, cryptofascists and Nazis that have seized state power in the US Mammonite Homeland that the French Druidry, have long experience with such as you. You better not capture me and torture me mercilessly for many years just because you think I know something you want to hear. Because if you do that sort of mischief, the Wicker Man will get you sooner and not later.
We French Druids have seen your like before, Roman and German, colonizers and imperialists. Where are all those bastards now? Easy that, the White Goddess has them all and they are suffering way more from Her neglect of them, than you could ever hope to do to me by torturing me mercillessly for several years. Yes, She keeps them in a special place and only checks up on them when She remembers about them which isn't very often.
Meantime, before the Wicker Man gets you and before you get turned over to the WG, after the Wicker Man enjoys some sport with you, I shall follow the advice of the Lovely Druidess Rayetta, and be very, very, very, very stealthy until I decide to go home.
In closing, I must make the pun. The Wicker Man likes your French fried potato, especially. Ummm, ummm. Pomme de terre, frite. Bon appetite, les Wicker Man.
Hi there. I'm Liatris mucronata. Raymone took my picture. He had to take lots of pictures of me in fact, because he was so aggravated at the prospect of being captured and tortured mercilessly, he couldn't focus on his job, which was to take my picture.
Anyhow, as you might suspect, I am a gay feather. Yep. That's right. Though you may not believe it, one of my many common names is, gay feather. Given that my common name fairly reflects my personality, I couldn't just let Raymone keep feeling so aggravated, so I mollified him. You should have seen what he wanted to spell, and would have, without my gay, mollifying influence.
Slowly, we gay feathers are increasing from seed at the CB. The more of us there are, the gayer it gets. No pun intended.
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