My Creation Vacation
For the Creation Museum, my friends, holds all the truths you're looking for if you want to understand the current insanity gripping the Republican Party.
By Cliff Schecter
What do you do in the afterglow of weeks spent watching Wal-Mart shopper-sheep piss themselves doing the kung fu Lambada over who gets the newest Rachel Ray crapware to be buried under the Twilight beach towels behind the basement stairs? After watching "tip of the spear" Bandar Bush commence getting his Iran war on? When it was revealed that Yoda was almost played by a monkey in Star Wars?
You go to where it all began, where everybody knows your name -- or at least can trace your lineage back to the dawn of the Earth 6,000 years after the end of the last ice age.
With the illustrious Marcy Wheeler in town to cover an appeal by "Undie Bomber" Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, who had sought to enter the record books as the first to eunuch himself via plastic explosive aboard a transcontinental flight, we decided it was time for a Creation Vacation. So we jumped in a car with novelist K.C. Boyd and headed to 2800 Bullitsburg Church Road.
It's also known as the home of the world-renowned Creation Museum, and generous provider of the opening to a great book penned by some writer named Pierce called Idiot America.
If you've read Charlie's book, or have been there yourself, then you may have some idea of the place, with its edifying exhibits, naked wax figures and friendly velociraptors. But it's worth revisiting, while those of us not prone to being imbeciles are locked in mortal combat with professional stupid people calling themselves the "Tea Party." You know, the Tea Party that probably happened in Concord, New Hampshire with lots of bells and whistles and such.
So The Creation Museum, while being one of the most unintentionally hilarious places you'll ever see, really should be required visiting for those of us with a still functioning corpus callosum.
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