The Writing On the Wall
The men's room wall, that it. The past week we've been in Moab, Utah taking a little vacation. That in itself is another story, which I'll probably never post here, for various reasons. Moab is somthing like another city in Utah, Park City. Both are recreation destinations each shares a considerable liberal attitude, which I oftimes don't understand, and more frequently don't want to both trying to understand. They're world view is different from mine, and it's probably better that way. So at one point during the week I found occasion to use the men's room in one of the restaurants we were eating in. Glancing around I noticed the testostorone-charged sophomoric expressions that I thought dropped out of fashion when someone graduated from high school. Well I was wrong. One bit of writing caught my eye. It said, "Victary [sic] to the Iraqie [sic] resistance! Troops out now!" Of course, as with all written material of this ilk, it was undat