Told you so.

This from yours truly on November 22nd.

Next up: “Mugging foiled by wedge of sweet potato pie.” and “Virgin Mary statue cries real cranberry sauce!”

And now this from the November 26th Associated Press report...

Believers Flock to 'Crying' Virgin Mary

By JULIET WILLIAMS, Associated Press Writer

Carrying rosary beads and cameras, the faithful have been coming in a steady stream to a church on the outskirts of Sacramento for a glimpse of what some are calling a miracle: A statue of the Virgin Mary they say has begun crying a substance that looks like blood.

It was first noticed more than a week ago, when a priest at the Vietnamese Catholic Martyrs Church spotted a stain on the statue's face and wiped it away. Before Mass on Nov. 20, people again noticed a reddish substance near the eyes of the white concrete statue outside the small church, said Ky Truong, 56, a parishioner.

Since then, Truong said he has been at the church day and night, so emotional he can't even work. He believes the tears are a sign.

"There's a big event in the future — earthquake, flood, a disease," Truong said. "We're very sad."

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A red trail could be seen from the side of the statue's left eye to about halfway down the robe of concrete.

"I think that it's incredible. It's a miracle. Why is she doing it? Is it something bothering her?" asked Maria Vasquez, 35, who drove with her parents and three children from Stockton, about 50 miles south of Sacramento.
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For years I have borne the knowledge that I was cursed with strange powers that alienated me from others.

As Poe describes in "Alone"...

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Now I can reveal that I –- and I alone -- can tell if the driver in front of me is really, really going to turn left, regardless of what his or her directional signal does or does not say.

Cab drivers, who are apparently legally barred from hinting to anyone, anywhere what they’re going to do next?

Trivial.

The mascara engrossed? The cell-phone absorbed?

Trifles.

The garden-variety dumbass who’s amnesia suddenly wears off in the middle of the intersection?

A mere bagatelle.

Let me tell you, it is a daunting thing, to be the custodian of such abilities. To agonize every day over whether or not each time I use them – despite the purity of my motives -- I am doing right, or, in the long term, I am setting in epic, tragic motion events that may result in the unraveling of the space/time continuum itself.

And now this. Well I'm not ashamed to admit, I'm afraid. So very afraid.

Time to repair to the Fastness of the Minor League of Justice for some serious consultation with my fellow members.

Thank god it’s Dollar Shot night there ;-)