You can often get a really accurate idea of if I'm having a little period of out-of-control moodswings by whether or not I post little rants here which are barely coherent and generally come across quite poorly. So, to try to answer all the comments and questions received by emails and so on:[1] I like Newtown. There are crazy people who wander around and they often have amusing slogans on their clothes. So do I. So am I, for that matter. I'm right at home!
[2] I wish that a lot of them were being taken better care of than I suspect they are. I also wish I took better care of myself, as well.
[3] I Am A Soldier In Christ's Army is, well, a pretty full-on thing to be walking around proclaiming, especially to anyone who's read some of the more obscure, extreme passages in the bible.
[4] Some other interesting slogans to wear on one's shirt might be :
- I Am A Soldier In Allah's (or Muhammed's) Army: this could potentially cause the wearer to be the target of everything from fear to disgust and even attract the attention of people like police and airport security.
- I Wish I Was A Stormtrooper In Hitler's Elite Schutzstaffel Units: you see these guys around occasionally. Usually they look like the sort of knuckle-draggers that would've been gang-raped and then killed by the real SS. And why do they shave their heads? They should grow it out, dye it flaxen-blonde and style it into really sharp haircuts using brylcreem or something.
- I Am A Veteran Of The New Zealand Army's Presence in Vietnam 1967-75: quite a topical one.
- I Am A Slave In the Nike Army: you see this sort of thing a lot, though not so much the slogan, just the icon. Also, for Nike substitute any sweat-shop child-labour exploiting global clothing franchise.
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A couple of weeks ago I was walking down the street (in Newtown, as it happens), and musing on the name and concept behind the Salvation Army. And I wondered if a Muslim group came along called the Salvation Army (or an Arabic translation), just how crazy would they seem and how much would non-members would be wary/scared of them.
And should we eye the Salvos suspiciously?
The bloody Salvos, eh. They're weird. Technically they're not armed, but depending on whether or not you like brass band music, you may view all those bloody trumpets and trombones differently.
And although they have all those military-style designations (Captain, Sergeant-Major, Obergruppenführer), I don't think they actually call themselves "soldiers".
The nearer the bone, the sweeter the flesh.
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