Peace Fast 3rd Week: I Am Not Gandhi

Today is fast day, faestdag if you are an ancient Anglo-saxon. Darn. I hate fasting. Along about 15:00 hours you begin to seriously decompose. Food, it seems, is the glue that holds the self together. Food is the soul of man. There, I have been up for a couple hourts and already I am singing paeans to food. The picture of Gandhi is there for IRONY. The meaning is that I am not Gandhi. I like that. I like the sound of it. I AM NOT GANDHI! WHAT WOULD JESUS NOT DO?

I AM NOT THE CALIPH OMAR! I AM NOT LINCOLN! I AM NOT KAIZER SOUZE! It sounds wonderful. It reaffirms what schlemiels we all are for letting this Administration run rough shod over just about everything.