Three Cheers for America!

Upon returning home to the oddly endearing rural Central PA, it was consensually agreed upon (actually, it was only Rafik and myself, hardly a fair sample) that Pennsyltucky is an incredibly dismal place. As stated, however, there is some unidentifiable quality that gives theis place a 'home-y' feeling. Perhaps this is derived from the fact that my home can actually be found within proximity of the rumored Wal-Mart parking lots and porno stores. But the biggest kick sits only about 200 yards from my house. So, traditionally, everyone that celebrates Christmas hangs up Christmas lights, no? But my neighbors managed to kill two birds with one stone, projecting to the world their blind patriotism in addition to the traditional celebration of Christ's birth with an obnoxiously bright string of red, white, and blue flashing lights. The successful merger of Christianity (or any universal secular holiday) with America always has potential to be a source of immense entertainment.