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.