Note to Reader:

In my posts, I generally try to avoid the vicious and mean-spirited.

Not today.

 

So, Kenny Klein is dead: a man who, by his actions, betrayed his people, his Craft, and his gods.

Of some, I say: let them be forgotten. But as for Klein: what he has done, let it be remembered against him.

 

In addition to being a man of no honor, Klein was, of course, a songwriter. You may be familiar with a Samhain chant of his:

Down we go to the World Below:

we bring with us our Light to show.

Up we rise with the Dark in our eyes:

we bring to Light a piece of the Night.

 

Personally, I've always disliked it. “...our light to show”: 'tis a poor poet that needs to rearrange grammar to suit rhyme. A good artist controls his medium, not the other way around.

One time-honored way to destroy the unworthy is, of course, with satire.

Two birds, one stone.

Down we go to the World Below:

but where it stops, we just don't know.

Kenny Klein got in hot water

molesting people's underage daughters.