There’s a (mostly) amusing article in the Seattle PI today about the “War of the Fish” — that is, the “Jesus Fish” and the many variations plastered over cars all over the place.

Brothers and sisters, there’s a battle raging. It’s not a battle fought with weapons of mass destruction, Lord save us, and it’s not a battle fought in armored personnel carriers.

It is a battle, children, for the hearts — yea, verily, for the everlasting souls — of America’s trunks and bumpers. It is a battle of words and wills, and fish. Lots and lots of fish. Hallelujah! Can I get a witness?

Amen, brother. Personally, I’m fairly partial to this one…

Whatever Fish …though there are certainly a lot to choose from. One thing about the article did really bug me, though.

Farmer, the Ashland fish maker, said the only word fish booksellers in his area wouldn’t carry was Tolerance.

Some fish, friends, are just too hard to swallow.

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p>The only one they won’t sell. They’re quite happy to sell as many other this believe vs. that belief slogans as they can, but heaven forbid they actually suggest that we actually try to get along with each other! We just can’t have that, now can we?

(sigh)

iTunes: “I Sit On Acid (‘95)” by Lords of Acid from the album Do What You Wanna Do (1995, 4:31).

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