There are also ones for other faiths … although they are quite comfortable if you are of no faith.
(They also don’t care who you want to sleep with, etc.)
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Hah, I assumed that sign was in Wales.
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Get thee behind me, Satan!
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I have a boy and a girl. She’s in girl scouts, he’ll be in… not boy scouts.
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Such as, perhaps, the CYO?
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Or Billy Joel’s Virginia anthem
It’s all based on where in the country you are and perhaps where your troop meets. We met at a local public school and we were not affiliated with any local church. This was in the suburbs in the northeast in the mid 80s. A troop that meets at church in the deep south – where everyone is expected to believe in Jesus anyway – probably a bit different. My father became involved again now that he has a grandson. I’ll ask him what he has noticed. He’s in the deep south - should be interesting.
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Sounds about right. Makes me want to go out an buy a few boxes right now. What is really a sin, is that I have to drive 25 miles to go to an area where they sell the Lemonades cookies, which are freakin’ awesome.
Girl Scout cookies were invented in my home town. This is a statue outside a downtown museum:
She’s wearing the uniform from back in the 1910’s. You can see the boxes of cookies at her feet.
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What verse in the bible is it that says: “Jesus facepalmed”?
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If you are stopping by St. Louis, do check out the invention beloved by locals: deep fried (aka “toasted”) ravioli:
They are big into pork steaks there too, but that is a conversation for an entirely different day. St. Louis is geographically smack in the middle of Big Ag country so there are a lot of large-scale corporate hog operations* (and rendering plants! check those out East St. Louis but be careful which way the prevailing winds are blowing, it’ll take yer breath away).
*not to be confused with hog farming–that’s something else
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Oh I do miss toasted ravioli… my waistline not so much though.
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Yeah, that painted “Brains” sign is from an earlier time. Brains are however still being served at restaurants in St. Louis, in keeping with its fine tradition of following previous traditions [no matter how regrettable or retrograde]. Also, there are a lot of people of German heritage living in St. Louis, and menus all over the city reflect this. (I am half-German, my mom did literally get off the boat in New York at age 20. My palate and food prefs are however utterly not German, except for a properly fermented sauerkraut.)
I thought that the photo of that old restaurant was taken by William Stage, who published a whole book of old, fading “ghost signs” painted on St. Louis brick buildings.
http://www.riverfronttimes.com/newsblog/2013/11/07/signs-of-olden-times-author-william-stage-chronicles-the-fading-ads-of-st-louis
I could be wrong. Stage’s photographic output was pretty prolific in the era before St. L city gummint got into the habit Detroit is in now of obliterating entire unoccupied buildings because they were considered past the the point of saving, or in the way of Important Urban Renewal Projects. Maybe this is the time to mention my two favorite St. Louis ruin porn URLs…
and
Like Detroit, a lot of St. Louis metal scrappers and antiques hunters wade in and rip out 100-year old brick, copper piping, slates, you name it, and sell those things to scumbag trendy house designers and so-called urban salvage or architectural salvage. O the irony… For a while, the St. Louis city cops gave out free UV-sensitive ink pens. Homeowners were encouraged to label all their copper plumbing with their contact phone numbers so that, when the copper inevitably appeared for sale to the metal scrap yards, the buyer could shine a UV light on the pipe and call you to make sure you weren’t missing pipes/hadn’t filed a police report/etc.
St. Louis: it’s like Detroit, but managed to collapse first, paving the way for astounding land mismanagement and the most cynical real estate scamming ever seen west of the Mississippi.
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I wonder if one could somehow make beer with brains in it… I love that logo!
Strongly recommended, especially if you have a taste for morbid fascination (or maybe it’s perverse fascination, the two are similar):
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0812220943
I learned a lot when I read this book years ago. It explains a lot of the underpinnings of what made Ferguson, Missouri (a small, township-like municipality in St. Louis County) crater the way it did. A lot of profiteering from real estate, a lot of red-lining… white flight, housing segregation by policy and practice and unenforced laws against same… the wealth gap that started as a hairline fracture in the early 20th century was a canyon-like divide by the 2010s.
http://thinkprogress.org/economy/2014/08/14/3471237/ferguson-housing-segregation/
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Yeah, I still consider myself to be Catholic. I just don’t associate with anything the church says, does, means, implies, instructs or stands for.
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But the guilt…you keep the guilt.
Based on people I’ve met, I was brought up secular myself.
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oops, forgot my ‘/s’.
Yeah, but most people don’t realize the original statue had to be modified because the traditional scout hand sign proved to be too controversial.
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Many a year ago, I was waiting tables, and an old lady ordered Toasted Raviolah (maybe 'cause we were in Missourah) I had an experience I can only describe as something like vertigo.
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