Romania, like every fuckin' body, is hurtin' for some dough, so they decided to tax just about EVERYBODY, and that now includes witches.
A Romanian taxpayer preparing a nice apple pie with a side of dead dog.
Naturally, the ladies in question are fighting back. Protesting? Oh no. Cat poop magic is in the works.
"Queen witch Bratara Buzea, 63, who was imprisoned in 1977 for witchcraft under Ceausescu's repressive regime, is furious about the new law.
"Sitting cross-legged in her villa in the lake resort of Mogosoaia, just north of Bucharest, she said Wednesday she planned to cast a spell using a particularly effective concoction of cat excrement and a dead dog, along with a chorus of witches."
While this is a hoot of a story, I mostly post this to bring your attention to the brilliant writing done by Alison Mutler on msnbc. Way to capitalize, baby. I mean, who can pass up an opportunity to belt out a paragraph like this:
"'My curses always work!' she cackled in a smoky voice. She sat next to her wood-burning stove, surrounded by potions, charms, holy water and ceramic pots."
I mean, wow. I wish I could write paragraphs like that and mean it.