the clerk at the produce store asked if i'm going to the air and water show. hell, no, i said, offended by the suggestion. she seemed taken aback. it's a celebration of war, i said. those planes? she said. those planes when they're not entertaining us, dropping cryptic trails of colored smoke, are dropping bombs on people. that's one way of looking at it, she said. there is no other way. we have to admit it, we are a people who either don't associate with reality, or are simply fans of destruction. support the troops, bring them out of those air-conditioned drone trailers in the desert.

and then i feel like i been a bad boy, pooping on the american parade. but we do ever so benignly support our endless unconscious wars. i'm happy to say i had no thought of the war, or the show, this morning, and experienced powerful waves of joy, with no aerial engines of death yet on the horizon. i'll report back later, when the fun presumably begins.