My Shadow Presidency, Day 181
When I’m bowling in the Karp House basement, I never face splits. Marco Polio’s little hand always reaches out from behind the pin setter and knocks over the illegally-standing-Biden-era pins. Outside the basement, I love a good split, and a 6/3 has become my all-time fave. My $upremes ruled last week in Mahmoud V. Taylor that parents can opt their children out of curriculum to which they have religious objections. This ruling is going to do more for religion in Magmerica than all the Crusades combined. I predict a new creation of religions and a new burst of faith never before seen in the history of the world. Perhaps your religious beliefs do not extend to mathematics. Boom. No math for your kiddos. Maybe germ theory is considered beyond the pale in your church? No bio for your brood. I’m sure there is a religion that objects to that coleslaw that tastes like grass clippings I was served in fourth grade. My own religion forbids cursive and calculus. Looking for a religion that is offended by labor unions? The Emancipation Proclamation? Newton’s Laws? Liberals? Demotards? Non-contact sports? Women’s rights? Women’s lefts? Animals, vegetables, or minerals? Attend the church of your choice and keep the faith, baby!