Born Under A Bad Sign
“Born under a bad sign,
I’ve been down since I began to crawl;
If it wasn’t for bad luck,
I wouldn’t have no luck at all.”
– Born Under A Bad Sign by Booker T. Jones and William Bell
For most of my life I’ve had people tell me “You’re a typical Scorpio”. Nonsense, of course. All astrology is arrant nonsense. However, it’s pervasive nonsense. Apparently, during the Reagan White House years, Nancy Reagan (whose ‘Just Say No To Drugs’ campaign was such a storming success) consulted an astrologer on a daily basis and without doubt advised her husband accordingly.
One doesn’t know whether to be terrified or amused. I mean, you wouldn’t want your surgeon to be guided by an astrologer, would you? But I suppose, given the asinine decision making of politicians, perhaps astrologers are no bad thing.
“Mr. President, General Nutcase says we must bomb Iran immediately.” “I’m sure he does, Mr. Secretary but Mystic Mowbray, who, let me remind you is privy to the secrets of the stars, says the moon is in the wrong house.”
I can live with that.
You are going to meet a tall, dark stranger and he is going to ask you to write a villanelle on astrology, star signs and similar bunkum. Trust me on this: the stars never lie…