Right of the clock from the clocks perspective…
Skull & Bones
Numbskull & Clones
Numbskull & Drones
Yalies.
That's not Blutarski's Fraternity!
What a crew of madcap, wild & crazy, fun-loving guys, ready to party!
Love the diversity, inclusion, & funky, flamboyant, individual personalities.
Their hypercharged energy pulsing through the room is palpable.
Lookit the two gentlemen in front, with precisely crossed legs, parallel to the table drape's edge, symbolic of crossbones.
17 skulls in the photo, including one on the table, and one on the drape.
I understand they perform dark rituals, replete with hoods, tapers, caskets, & skeletons.
They keep a mini-catacomb of ancient skulls in the heavy vault welded to the floor of the secret Lodge Room. These include rare relics of the most depraved Roman Emperors.
Once accepted into the Klan, the brothers drink wine from the skulls; a perverted form of Communion.
They have a clever, secret handshake, and a poem that each brother must memorize. It's a pledge to help each other throughout their respective careers, usually centered in the U.S. State Department.
Zombies with clear skin.
GHWB was nicknamed Poppy for a reason.