Just finished a long drive from Portland to Klamath Falls, which was equal parts beautiful and terrifying. Cascade pass, dark as night at 3:30 pm, storming like a mofo. Ipod, which has a knack for coincidence, begins playing Hearing Damage by Thom Yorke and then the second the sun busts through the clouds, out pops the Rolling Stones' Sympathy for the Devil.
Freaking odd.
Speaking of sympathy for the devil - or lack thereof - with one toe just barely inside the middle of nowhere, there's an enormous roadside billboard that says something like:
REALLY? Seems to me that (a) the antichrist probably would have bigger fish to fry then whether you wear your Sunday best on Saturday, and (b) if a tax-exempt organization is going to use its dollars to pontificate on the works of Johnny Apocalypse, there might be more effective messages to convey:
or how about just simply:
Just sayin'.
Freaking odd.
Speaking of sympathy for the devil - or lack thereof - with one toe just barely inside the middle of nowhere, there's an enormous roadside billboard that says something like:
WORSHIP SHOULD BE ON SATURDAY, NOT SUNDAY - ANOTHER WORK OF THE ANTI-CHRIST.
REALLY? Seems to me that (a) the antichrist probably would have bigger fish to fry then whether you wear your Sunday best on Saturday, and (b) if a tax-exempt organization is going to use its dollars to pontificate on the works of Johnny Apocalypse, there might be more effective messages to convey:
MAKING YOU CRAVE HOTDOGS, DESPITE THE PRESENCE OF PIG SNOUTS - ANOTHER WORK OF THE ANTI-CHRIST
ALLOWING CELINE DION TO BREED - ANOTHER WORK OF THE ANTI-CHRIST
MAKING ALL THE KIDS ON "THE HILLS" RIDICULOUSLY WEALTHY - ANOTHER WORK OF THE ANTI-CHRIST
or how about just simply:
MAKING CIVILIZATIONS CLASH IN THE NAME OF RELIGION, SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME - ANOTHER WORK OF THE ANTI-CHRIST
Another product of the Anti-Christ? Mosquitoes. Saw another sign that read:
VOTE YES! ON MOSQUITO CONTROL
Does this really need to be up to vote? God knows that if I could control mosquitoes, I'd line them up in tiny regiments, dress them up like 18th century Scottish warriors (yay kilts!) and send them into battle against the drivers of Subaru station wagons who are so enthralled with the wisdom and truth of their bumper stickers that they forget how to use the gas pedal.