Yes, there is a place beyond the edge of imagination, where Elvis still shines emblazoned on the American flag and drunken white trash in a bar somewhere in a land called Pennsyltucky fall down on their knees and break into tears....
Aww, Ain't That America?
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It's hard to realize that there are throw-back humanoids such as these living in America. Fortunately, I seldom encounter one of them in my daily routine. Perhaps I select my locations carefully before leaving the house.
By the way, is that any where near the Creation Museum? Seems like the right 'type' to visit there.
Remember that great scene in The Commitments? We're inside the cheaply furnished flat of someone in Ireland somewhere and the camera pans slowly up the wall to a picture of John Paul II and continues slowly to one straight above it: Elvis.
Priceless.
The guy asked in excessive seriousness, "Did Elvis ever do drugs?" The answer comes, "No, sir." And the guys bursts out, "I knew it, I knew it was all lies."
I need to see that one again.
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