Ten Thousand Fugitives and the Beach Boys

Written by Roger Wright

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Inrepparttar background to all that potato chip crunching-- Brian Wilson’s lyric about a chariot that would somehow take a chubby little boy far, far away fromrepparttar 105747 yellow linoleum floor inrepparttar 105748 kitchen ofrepparttar 105749 California tract house where he had rolled himself up in a ball to absorbrepparttar 105750 kicks and slaps poured out on him by his Dad and future Beach Boy Manager---Murray.

None of it bruised his body inrepparttar 105751 car. No shame in that car.

When something comes up to me They don’t even try Cos if I had a set of wings I know I could fly.

Flying home on Dempster, right byrepparttar 105752 canal. Mid day traffic light so I can move. My faithful green Honda now transformed into cherry red, gleaming chrome:

She’s got a competition clutch With a four onrepparttar 105753 floor and She purrs like a kitten tillrepparttar 105754 tail pipes roar

So if I stopped at Steak and Shake, I wouldn’t get a Triple Steak burger. I’m not THAT far gone. That would be for people who actually had a problem. I’d limit it to a double. And a small fries. A medium coke. No way would I get a large coke.

And then there arerepparttar 105755 families of these 10,000 bad guys. That’s a lot of people!

But I wouldn’t have a Triple Steak burger. I had control. And maybe there really were ten thousand real bad guys out here with me driving east on Dempster into Evanston. Maybe they were REAL bad guys. And it wasn’t a political stunt orrepparttar 105756 first shot in real class warfare.

Maybe we had more cops out there now. Maybe we got back some ofrepparttar 105757 money we spent onrepparttar 105758 war to pay for cops, for feeding hungry kids, sheltering battered and bruised kids, maybe it was all like getting a refund at that Home Depot right behindrepparttar 105759 Steak and Shake. Maybe I could go in there fat and happy full of steak burger---my second lunch having soothed my hungry and ravenous soul—maybe I could go stand patiently in line inrepparttar 105760 Home Depot and they would offer a refund onrepparttar 105761 war. Something to credit my account. And somewhere deep insiderepparttar 105762 giant warehouse I would findrepparttar 105763 nourishing commands that would somehow feed my empty soul.

I get pushed out of shape and its hard to steer when I get rubber In all four gears.

My first lunch? A few minutes ago? Forgotten.

Just as soon as I bit into that double steak burger, I wouldn’t be hungry anymore. Then I could bop over to Home Depot. Get a few necessities forrepparttar 105764 house. Throw on some old Beach Boys tunes and cruise on back home. I’m sure thatrepparttar 105765 ten thousand people who were arrested today---I’m sure that’s a good thing. Wouldn’t want people to think I’m a wild eyed liberal or something. Soft on crime. And I am in control. Not a Triple Steak burger. Only a double.

With cheese.

Roger Wright can be found on the Salon Blog "Church Fod Chicago"

Let's Restrict the Definition of Marriage for Straights

Written by Jean Fritz

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The debate about marriage needs an injection of intellectual honesty. To be sure, homosexuality isn’t “normal” in eitherrepparttar psychological or biological sense, and attempting to normalize this behavior by calling sex between same-sex adults a “marriage” is disingenuous. However, calling what Britney Spears and her current appendage did a “marriage” is just as degrading torepparttar 105746 institution, andrepparttar 105747 damage that has been done torepparttar 105748 fragile fabric ofrepparttar 105749 children’s world is real, current and immense.

In order to protect marriage, we need to define it as a sanctified union between grownups who have a clue what they’re doing and are willing to assumerepparttar 105750 responsibility for their choice. Anything less than this – whether it be a union of gays or straights – is a business deal.

The author is a freelance writer and farmer with a lot of opinions. She lives in the stubbornly red state of Indiana.

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