PTL and pass the pig — cazart!
August 15, 2007 | Vacation
If you’re hungry for barbecue, they’ve got you covered in North Carolina. So you don’t forget, there’s a dinner prayer right there on the menu.
With a church every mile or so and hand-painted signs …
… nailed to trees along the roads and Walter and Louise helping you remember your Ten Commandments …
… I felt a little dirty reading Hunter S. Thompson’s take on politicians.
… a man on the scent of the White House is rarely rational. He is more like a beast in heat: a bull elk in the rut, crashing blindly through the timber in a fever for something to fuck. Anything! … A career politician finally smelling the White House is not much different from a bull elk in the rut. He will stop at nothing, trashing anything that gets in his way; and anything he can’t handle personally he will hire out — or, failing that, make a deal.
With walks like these, though …
… there was a slice-of-heaven quality about the place.
August 16th, 2007 at 12:43 pm
Yeah, NC is pretty quirky about the god stuff, but the bar-b-que is quite tasty. I was just in Colorado Springs, CO which is absolutely gorgeous (the big sky, the red rocks, pike’s peak) and was staying a block away from the Focus on the Family HQ. I was sure I was going to be struck by lightning every time I drove by but maybe their god likes me more than anyone wants to admit…or maybe he works in mysterious ways…or something. The springs made NC look like a bunch of un-pious devil worshippers, that’s for sure. For example: we have the hand painted ‘pray’, they would have it neatly stenciled on a tasteful billboard. It was a little sterile.