Okay, another brief diversion from the explanation of the long absence promised at the end of the last post. I mean, you know, who cares anyway?
Meanwhile, yesterday sales sailed up to the heavens in the local Chick-fil-A franchise, as throngs gathered in support of the privilege of denying fellow humans a full acknowledgement of their humanity, in homage to an entity generally known as "The Lord."
Perhaps that entity's real work may have actually been somewhat served had all those who got sandwiches in the drive-thru lane then driven their perfectly distribution-sized packages of sustenance over to mission to the other throngs daily gathering in ever swelling numbers under the raised expressway bridges, for want of a real home. You know, the ones with the begging signs asking for aid to a "disabled vet" or maybe "laid-off mechanic" or other down and hurt pleading.
But that would require the impulse to revere rather than revile the common humanity of others somewhat differently situated, marked, or inclined than yourself. Instead, an echo of the 1950's chant "two - four - six - eight, we don't want to integrate" aimed at public education policy was heard in the obnoxious clamor of holier than thou amateur missionaries loosed on one hell of a mission.