"Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred."
In any event, you guys figure out what to make of it. I'm gonna be busy.
After all, Allahpundit isn't going to just run out and buy one of these on his own. I think I'll use this morning to send him one.
Because I care. Not about his soul, but I hear his throwing arm could use some work.