Here’s something that’s been troubling me for a while. A couple weeks ago we went to Sam’s Club to see if there was anything we might want that would justify a membership at Sam’s Club. I mean, let’s face it the discounts just aren’t there any more, not even on the meg-ginormous packages of mac and cheese and toilet paper. Still, it is a compelling place.

In the parking lot I saw a pickup with some bumper stickers that really confused me. Actually, it was one bumper sticker and a few other visual accouterments that suggested (at least to me) that I might be very wrong about my role and the role of a creator in our little, limited, microverse.

First off, there was a huge bumper sticker that read “Jesus is the Answer.” Fair enough, I mean, they didn’t provide the question, but in your favorite Douglas Adams-y way, you can run down that little convo in your own mind. What gave rise to my confusion was the portrayal of two bathing beauty naked chicks alongside the Jesus sticker. I’m not talking art prints or even remotely tasteful presentations of the female form. These were the classic shiny metallic stickers depicting a buxom female with ample posterior, seated, with her head thrown back and her boobs pointed squarely at heaven.

Maybe the question is something like “who is your heavenly pimp?”