What's Wrong With the Wizarding Government (And How to Fix It)

Hey, guys! Anyone who's read Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix knows that Wizarding society isn't perfect. In fact, the government is RIFE with corruption (well, mostly just Fudge is). How could that happen? What went wrong?
Well, the simple answer is: checks and balances.
Although I'm not positive that this is confirmed, we can be pretty sure that the Wizarding government in the Harry Potter series is roughly based on that of the UK. Like most democracies these days, the government of the United Kingdom has three branches: executive, legislative, and judicial. You know the drill-- the legislative branch makes the laws, the executive branch enforces the laws, and the judicial branch interprets the laws.
It all starts with Fudge. As Minister of Magic, he holds a role comparable with that of the president or prime minister. That is, he leads the executive branch. Like the president, he can pass executive orders-- in this case, embodied in Educational Decrees. Remembe…

A Visit From St. Nicholas: 2017 Edition

Hey y'all.

It snowed off and on all day today. None of it stuck, but what with that and the festive "Thriftmas" at the thrift shop I'm feeling Christmas-y. (Note that on our car ride home, it only snowed when we played Christmas music and did the Macarena. My brother's idea. I know what you're thinking.) So, I decided that, on the eve of the holiday month, I would post a satirical poem I cobbled together this morning. Enjoy.

***by the way: note that all Stranger Things references are blatant attempts to gratify the populace. I've never seen it.***

A Visit From St. Nicholas: 2017 Edition

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even our chow-chows.
The corporate stockings were hung by the electric fireplace with care,
In hopes that a whiskered, fat trespasser soon would be there.

Madrix and Abcde were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Snickers bars danced in their heads.
Ma with her wh…

just so you know

A couple of things:

-this is not this week's post
-Yes, I know that my last post was late, but I had no WiFi until Saturday and I forgot to post it
-For some reason, my computer won't let me comment/reply to comments. So know I have TRIED to reply to ALL of your lovely comments, but I cannot. Just as a general message: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMMENTING!

That's it. Thanks!

Trains and Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all! 
Right now I am speeding along at who knows how many miles per hour in the window seat of a train. It's a late Wednesday afternoon and across the aisle to my left I can just see a pinkish sunset behind old-fashioned German buildings. My tennis shoes are up on my seat and an announcement just started.
Well, what shall I post for you? I have two lined up, but one is a poem written on a piece of notebook paper on my bedroom floor, way back where I came from, and I feel too sleepy and content to write the other one (how to fix the government in the Wizarding World.)
Shall I do something Thanksgiving-y, then? Okay, let's have story time with Ilse. This is why Thanksgiving is the fourth Thursday of November. 
You all know about the first Thanksgiving, I suppose? Well, not really the first. People have always been grateful. But the first time in what is now the United States of America, settlers set aside a few specific days to give thanks. As I said, you k…

Snape. Snape. Severus Snape.

I have very, very mixed feelings about Severus Snape.  I'm curious about his home life. The books hint that his parents fought and he didn't have a solid family. I think, for him, Hogwarts must have been an escape, and his negative experiences with his Muggle father and Petunia Evans could have been a building block for his later decision to become a Death Eater. It may have been anti-Muggle feeling that originally drew him to Lily.  Ah, yes, Lily Evans Potter--that crux of all cruxes. I am about to state what I assume is a fairly unpopular opinion: he did not truly love Lily, and the feelings he felt for her were pitiful, not admirable. I think he was obsessed with Lily, but he could not love her in a sustainable and mutually beneficial way. Had she returned his feelings, their relationship could never last. I read somewhere that James and Lily's patronuses complemented each other, showing that they were soulmates, rather than Snape's mere copy of hers, showing obsessio…

Back from the Grave (yr welcome)

So. As all of you probably know, I have been posting like never, then trying to start again, and then failing. However, I really wan to blog more, and a key difference is that now I actually have some posts lined up! So you'll be seeing me around hopefully. I'm trying to make Thursday post day, but we'll see. I have one about Snape (thanks to a cousin who wanted to know how I feel about him) already written and I'm working on another Harry Potter one. For now, I'll leave you with a short poem I wrote while flying across the United States:
My Country, From 32,000 Feet I'm sitting in an airplane.  I'm at 32,011 feet.  Watching at the window, I view my country from my seat. 
The mountains soar and fill me With a yearning-heart delight.  The deserts, dry and dusty,  Are marvels in my sight. 
The rivers, wide and tumbling, Have carved a steadfast road.  The foundations of mighty cities  Proudly bear their loads. 
The woods, lush and extensive The lakes, so blue, so wide All of …


I have been a terrible blogger.

Honestly, I hardly ever post anymore. BUT! I want to change that.

Today I'm taking about Sappho. She was an ancient poetess. There's a lot of stuff about Sappho I'm not getting into. I'm not talking about the different possibilities of her life, different bad stuff she may or may not have done. I just want to talk about reading a book of poems with half the words missing.

The thing about Sappho is that we have very little of her work. There have been papyruses discovered, quotations used, and that's pretty much it. Here's one of her poems:

"[                                                 ]
[              ] that labor [                 ]
[              ] a face to remember in wonder [
[                           ]

[                  ] to sing [                     ]
[                       ] a storm wind [              ]
[                         ] and no pain [                 ]

[                         ] I urge [        …