This evening E and I were at the Epicure Cafe having a nice meal despite the fact that our favorite beer, Steam Whistle, is not on tap, when I had a sudden urge to pee.
While stationed at the urinal I had a choice of many things to read on the wall. My favorite was a "conversation" in which four people had taken part. It read:
God Bless America!
then someone had scratched out '. . . America' and edited the message so it read:
God Bless Canada!
then someone had scratched out '. . . Canada' and edited the message so it read:
God Bless Iraq!
and finally, someone had scratched out '. . . Iraq' and edited the message so it read:
God Bless Women In Leather Pants!
Which claim would you throw your blessings behind?
Perhaps you'd take up camp with Pope Benedict and scratch out '. . . Women in Leather Pants' and edit the message so it read:
God Bless Everyone. . . except those faggots, and the jihads, and people who wear condoms, and people who say 'aboot'!
You may as well just switch it back to "God Bless America!" and save yourself the embarrassment of spelling "faggot" with only one "g", as many amateur Conservatives do in downtown washroom graffiti.