Back to reality, in a galaxy far far away from the Hare Krishnas who were giving me free food and spiritual consciousness, today I entered into a 'Merica store on the Boardwalk.
I'm getting these super hero T-shirts for a party next month. It just so happens that a shop within biking distance of me sells them. The shop boasts that it is American owned and operated for over 60 years. Okay. My dad fought in Korea. I'll support the local proprietors. Then I entered the store, the very unwelcoming, overpriced store.
After I passed through the honor guard of American flags dressing the proscenium arch of the entryway from the boardwalk I quickly began to see what 'Merica meant to this merchant. Some of my favorite "fair and balanced" colloquialisms defacing the cotton blends: "It's hard to blame me when it's called Obama Care" says a cartoon W., "Clinton - Blow Jobs/Obama - No Jobs", and my personal favorite "Silly Faggot. Dix are for chix."
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Michelle Tomko's comedy is a fervent blend of tomboy sensibilities courtesy of the older brothers she grew up with in the Midwest and the barrage of perimenopausal chaos the East Coast world has heaped upon her. She pulls her humor from everyday observations and classic stories of family, travel, pets, and adversity. With razor-sharp crowd work and improvisational skills to the rock-solid timing of a veteran performer, Michelle’s act is not to be missed!