An acronym waiting to happen

Okay, I've decided that I'm just going to post a bunch of utterly silly stuff now to try to cleanse my system of the State of the Union. Sort of like a blogging colonic only more pleasant.

Via The Washington Monthly comes news of the active protest movement in South Dakota: Citizens Against Nude Juicebars and Pornography. Since I work in Chatsworth, California, my first thought is, were such an organization successful here, the entire economy could be in jeopardy. In any case, one of the leaders of this fifteen-member organization, salon owner Maxine Pulse, in her role as spokesperson, cogently articulates CANJP's grievance:

"There's a line between right and wrong, and it seems like anymore nowadays that line has got all jumbled up."

I'm with you Maxine. Get some pasties on those juice waitresses. All those men downing wheatgrass shots and those jambas jiggling. God help us all. Thankfully, state senator Clarence Kooistra is on the case and has legislation in the hopper:

"We do not want the Salem area and McCook County to be known as Sin City, South Dakota," he says.

And here I need to interject and say my father, oddly enough, was born in South Dakota. Happily he escaped before the line got jumbled up. He found the line, in fact, to be quite straight and narrow. "I don't know if people live longer in the Midwest," he would say, "or if it just feels that way."