A Quarter of a Century Ago

A quarter of a century ago, which accursed villians navigated under these stars; the same stars that foretell the birth of an abomination? How their little sails must have flapped with the most tasteless irony, how their every swing and flutter sketch prophesies into the salty night air. The coming of one whose parlance is excessive and unsavoury! One who purloins the accessories of others! One who is enchanted by the carcass of a waylaid lizard! One who confounds and bamboozles himself with obtruse creeds and philosophies! One who vainly commands the spirits of the ouija, and eventually doubles over in mockery! Inopportune as it is, nothing has ever reversed the runes carved into celestial tablets. Thus, while a hapless parent longs for the manger, it was at a hospital instead, that our abomination was ejected from her womb, his shrill cries of devastation leaving an indelible mindprint....for how many more quarter centuries to come?