I imagined that today’s alignment of tens would have prompted clever marketers around the globe to come up with all manner of celebratory events.  However, Googling all related ‘ten’ combinations did not mine many hits.  In Saratoga Springs, some shyster preacher is trying to fill SPAC for a 10-10-10 prayer service, (I’m guessing, just like Jesus would have done).  It also seems to be a popular wedding day, drawing on the ‘perfect ten’ reference.  A few cutting edge retailers are offering 10% off and Joseph A. Bank has a buy-one-item-get-ten-free deal, (but they do that every day, don’t they?).  For me, the number ten always starts a slo-mo playback in my head of Bo Derek jogging on the beach, (but to be honest the numbers 6, 14 and 358 do the same).

Looking for prophetic reward or ominous misfortune in chronological numerology or planetary juxtaposition or tea leaf residue is about as reliable as, say, the content of a political ad.  If there were any relevance, the numbers on the back of my cookie fortunes would have paid off at least once in the forty odd years I’ve been playing them, (maybe I should have been playing them on the even years).  But, as bogus as the importance of any day is to any other, more than I can ever remember, polls are reporting that greater numbers of people are embracing fantasy over reality, (like believing in polls).  I mean three-year-olds are more questioning than the sheep-like herds drinking the Kool-Aid© flowing from Herr Beck or Senor Limbaugh or Swami Gingrich.  There are so many loud and heeded public voices and unconscionably unqualified candidates creating alternative realities, is it any wonder that everything is deteriorating at an alarming rate and our ability to problem solve is…well, isn’t?

I don’t want to be a bubble buster or one of those people that inadvertently outs the Tooth Fairy or Santa to a toddler play group, but the Harry Potter series, Dianetics, the Bible, (any bible) and Wikipedia are not reference books.  Not that any of the aforementioned loud voices seems concerned with corroborating their statements; in fact, most seem outraged at their veracity being questioned.  It had to be difficult for Christine O’Donnell to publicly disavow being a witch, (there goes the wiccan vote), but her ad left me struggling all day with the part where she said that she’s me.  I don’t quite understand it, but it seems like she’d have to be a witch to become me.  At any rate, I don’t know what they think about this 10-10-10 thing in Delaware, or any other Oz-like commonwealth, but I’m pretty sure that the only real significance to it is that Monday will be October 11th.