I don't practice Santeria, I don't have a crystal ball...

Did you hear that Marian Robinson (Barack's mother-in-law) practice Santeria? Wonkette did... and the source is Townhall, who appears to have taken down it's journalist endeavor once it was constantly busted on. But, do a search for White House + Witch and you'll get a kabillion resultes- with only the portions that Wonkette republished because, like magic, the article went POOF.

And even better- the author, Kristen Atkinson, submitted an email of complaint to Wonkette. For the love of Orisha, please click here and read it! (I promise you won't regret it.)

And although I could go on for ages about Kristen's letter to Wonkette, I won't, because she's clearly mentall ill. Instead, I want to assume it's all true and not give a flying fuck.

I mean, dammit, Mary Todd Lincoln was an occultist who held seances at the White House. This is tradition.

My own dear great grandma was quite the accomplished agricultural astrologer and only planted with the signs were in the knees, or whatever appropriate bodypart the signs were in... Every cheap calendar that the local farmer's co-op gave out had the phase of the moon, the sign, and the corresponding body part listed on each day. (I would love to explain to you this planting in the knees, and sign business, but alas, I paid no attention, and so her wisdom is lost... except for google.)

And I had a bit of healing magic performed on me as a child. I had warts on my hand, and yowled and yelped everytime my parents pulled out the Compound W... so...

They took me to the crone down the road who slaughtered the best pigs and made the best sausage available... She removed warts for a penny. Not your penny, hers. And again, I paid little attention to what she did except for say some words, break off some broomstraw, rub it on me, burn it, and give me a penny. My warts disappeared, without me noticing.

Maybe that was Santeria too.