Pack your bananas for Heaven, folks.

There's really not much to be said about this other than that I truly believe there is a hard correlation between banana believers and those planning for the END OF DAYS this weekend. Their Left Behind books fervently folded down on all the important pages. Their recent and surprising forgiveness of "the gays" in their lives (or at least pity substituted for anger). Their patronizing smiles to those of us that have lived sinful (um, read: fun?) existences. So, fare thee well. I'll still be here eating my impossibly difficult Satan oranges (with NO tab!) on Sunday.