Upsetting
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
 
As the bottom step of the letter continues to get higher, the kids in space scream fallaciously at one another. It's like bad advertising, this notion of 'realness.' Four out of five dentists may say they like the Six horse in the Third at Del Mar, but any first-year law student'll tell you it's a meritless claim. It's like Real Men Love Jesus.

Hollow.

The license-plate frame, that blog of the American highway, repeats the Got Milk campaign but changes the hook to Christ. Got Christ?

IT'S HELL WITHOUT HIM!

And like on the blogs and in e-mails, ALL CAPS on moving vehicles is pissy and annoying. Soldier on, Soldier of God. Soldier of God's Army. Soldier of God. Soldier of the Army. Chin up and head down, and I'll meet you in Dubai, where they serve the most expensive liquor in one of the most posh hotels on the planet. Look for me in the lobby, but don't expect the pink carnation on my lapel -- or even a branch of olive. You'll see my hand and my eyes. My heart dictates their activity, and we'll all be present and accountable.

Giddy up, then. I'll be waiting. While the kids scream, and the bloggers moan, we'll toast our good fortune.

Yours truly,

Freedom of Choice
 
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