In my house, the Pledge has become indispensible. “Under God”? Fine, whatever. But howsabout “under a layer of dust so thick it could choke an aardvark?” Coffee tables get filthy, end tables attract grime, wood paneling gets that kinda gritty, oily, dusty schmutz all over it…. These are facts. Sure, Murphy’s oil soap and a rag might do the trick just as well — maybe even Endust, if you can stand the smell — but I’ve got my standards. And my principles. As much as love my country, I love a polished piece of wood just a little bit more.

No, no one’ll be bullying me into giving up my Pledge anytime soon — court decision or no court decision. To borrow a phrase, “you can have my Pledge when you pry it from my cold, dead, lemon-scented hands.”

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a blog bash to dress for.

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