At Patty’s *request here are the results on Al Gore’s Natal and Progressed lunations to determine if he has that “electable” quality and to nose into whether he is in a phase of life that would aid a presidential term for Albert:
Natal lunar phase (distance between Sun and Moon): Disseminating 262:18;
Secondary Progressed for April 2008: Disseminating 268:24.
So Gore falls into the second hemicycle, the ANTITHETICAL phase (180 degr+) both natally and currently which places him character-wise as self-willed and busy as a bee fulfilling his personal desires.
This is supported by teaching and lecturing which he has asserted he prefers over running for office or serving as president. Board-sitting must take up a gracious amount of time as well but worth it when you’re hangin’ out with the win-win crowd.
Besides, Disseminating types ARE teachers and communicators–which suited him well enough as a young writer and reporter.
You’ve noticed that Gore has recently had his Secondary Phasal Return when Secondary Moon and Sun repeat their angle at birth (262 degr 18 mins.)
My own Phasal Return is coming up in a few months, and I hardly know what to expect–I can guess, but it’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing so here goes nuthin,’ muffin.
Trilateral Commission, mining, ecology promos, accepting awards…all the things that that bundle of cells needs in order to gel into the man (who may just turn his raptor’s gaze toward a new direction at any moment)…they call him, Al Gore; and when the cards hit the table and the last puppy is curled up in the box, Al Gore would rather be realizing personal goals, whatever they may be.
And with his natal Saturn/Pluto conjunction in the 1st house of Self, I’d stay out of his way, down to the last distressed whale in trouble. For when the sirens broadcast globally, you may look up but it will be too late. War from Space…brought to you by your local tentacle of the centralized mammoth head of the dragon that roars at the rudder of our ill-fated Arsenal of Democracy.
You know it’s easy for anyone to promise overmuch right now with the ongoing Mars/Jupiter opposition overhead and underbelly, but we all must try. Well, the federal government seems to have given in and up on prudence and moderation, doesn’t it?
So to mask the stench of sulphur rising from the above politics and assaulting our innocent nostrils, I penned a rhyme earlier today and it has helped me forget the bitter taste of my defeat on the www…i surrender gracefully if rhymefully and with *all apologies for this poem is very self-indulgent of me esp with desiring Mars opposite expansive Jupiter:
~:~Sunday’s www in a frustration nation~:~
The internet is acting coy
forget the worldwide web
i’d read of George and Condi too
while fearing John and Jeb
if only pages loaded soon
before warm sun did set
while candidates for prez intone
upon yon TV set
There’s Meet the Press and Stephanop
Chris Matthews and Bob Schieffer
then popery in New York C
incants on mama’s wafer
it’s all tres moderne so severe
as history reveals
elections rigged and money piled
who lies and cheats and steals?
A racketeering world of woe
the common man a dupe
while rich men dine high on the hog
the rest of us slurp soup
yet still the page will not aload
as time goes ticking by
no blogs from Turtle Lane can post
from someone such as i.
jude 4.20.08
(would’ve publ’d hours ago but no go…but that’s okay because they can have all the hog as far as i’m concerned–actually there’s been no pork consumed here btw since 1978, so thanks but no thanks to shanks. jc)
