Non-super-stitions
I passed on a couple opportunities to do 6-6-6 stories on Tuesday, one a birthday, the other a piece on the notoriety of the three numbers and their potential for damage.
I’m not buying it or rather didn’t. Not that I disregard all superstition. I’m as hinky as the next guy. You know, noticing black cats in my path; aware of Friday the 13th more than is probably necessary; standing too close to the hygienically-challenged. You get the picture.
Of course, 6-6-6, with its biblical origins carries more weight than walking under a ladder (not smart simply for the physics involved) and losing your rabbit’s foot.
The world already has enough evil that we needn’t read the tea leaves or turn the Tarots to see what’s up. Kind of reminds me of the current debate in Senate. If that august group would open a window, it would find war, high fuel costs, and immigration issues about to spill. So what are they talking about? Whom you can marry. Please. This has no chance of passing because too many Americans see it for what it is: a political ploy to deflect criticism of a messy run of policies. We’ve already decided this anyway.
We can see the forest but wonder if those in the political arena (the Senate in this case) keep planting trees.
Maybe they see something in the pattern or the numbers or the different shades of green. Maybe it’s policy making by superstition.
Or maybe they simply don’t get it. Happy 6-6-6.