June 26, 2006
Marks
Some wag wrote that the mark of the beast 666 is actually 999 in Australia. If that’s supposed to be funny, I wish people would think before they joke about things like that. There’s no telling who might be watching. When a beast makes its mark, it’s wisest to move over, for that might be its bench you’ve sat on.
Marks are symbols. Our leaders worry a lot about symbols. For example, I’d like to think that one mark of leaders is to keep their priorities straight. Ours are off-and-on fretting about flag burning, not just any flag, but our flag. It’s apparently okay to burn anybody else’s flag, maybe even that of one of the states, for all I know. They don’t really say.
You can even burn down holy places with bombs instead of matches, especially if you’re trying to make them over into something different from whatever they started out with. That way, you could not just burn their flag, but replace it altogether.
But with the stars and stripes, you’d better watch it, kid.
And I suppose that goes for missiles, too. We have silos full of missiles all over the place, but when any of the planet’s Dark Side real estate owners start doing the same thing, we get edgy. Our leaders are currently talking about maybe shooting down (or up) any alien missiles even before they get underway. But with what? Our shooters, so I hear, have yet to be proven all that accurate. So what if we miss and come to be known as the gang that couldn’t shoot straight? How would the NRA ever explain that to their grandchildren?