
In the Lair of Orange Helob
Hey folks, remember the hex on Tr*mp?
News flash: it didn't work.
Dateline: Tr*mp I.
Various Wiccans and other magic-makers publicly hex Tr*mp, including regular coordinated workings.
The community publicly debates the ethics of hexing Tr*mp. Some come down on one side, some on the other.
The non-pagan media mostly snickers.
Some possible conclusions:
The hex on Tr*mp actually did work, buying us four Tr*mp-free years.
If so, apparently hexes, like canned goods, have a “use-by” date. Really, what good is a temporary solution?
Magic doesn't work.
Under the circumstances, I find this conclusion difficult to escape. Magic—at least, causative magic as literally conceived—simply doesn't work.
But then, I've never thought that it did. Thoughts aren't things. Magic is metaphor. In which case...
Tr*mp is a master magician who out-magicked all the opposition.
The Orange Helob gorged on all the energy the would-be hexers sent him, and now, bloated with power, spins his evil webs to capture yet more victims to suck dry and throw away, drained.
Dateline: Tr*mp II