Anti-semitic dessert

I love farmer's markets. Love them. They're fresh, honest and full of interesting produce and people. You can enjoy yourself whether you're obsessed with buying local, or if the fluorescent lights at the mega mart make you ill.

A few months ago, I had a questionable experience at a different farmer's market than the one that I usually frequent. We were accosted by a man and his daughter, who had what seemed to be a funny pitch - selling sorbet in the style of a preacher, as though God made it Himself. (I'd try to be all P.C. and say 'Herself', but as you'll see, there is no way that these people would go for that.)

The man had a megaphone, and was extolling the virtues of his homemade sorbet in biblical fashion, with church organ music playing in a loop from a CD player. His adorable daughter stood by shyly. At the time I hoped she understood the joke. This is back when I thought there was a joke.

He lured us in, never breaking the preacher act. We bought some sorbet so we could get away quickly, and passed it off as an elaborate show. It seemed far too crazy to be real I forgot about them until recently, when I thought I would look them up and try to remember the name of the farm - The Holy GraEL.

I think that the website is pretty self-explanatory (or at least, my reasons for posting it). I can't even count the number of things that frighten me about it, so I'll let you form your own impressions. Please note the fine progression of crazy from top to bottom, as well as the innovative website design (from top to bottom). To explain the title of the post, you'll need to Enter the Black Hole. Both of them.

Today's lesson: always scroll down/flip to the end/read the fine print before you buy your desserts.

And you know that how?

Though I try to understand, I have to admit that I don't know much about the current health care debate. I'm aware of the concerns on each side, but I know that I don't know enough to formulate an opinion or be an advocate one way or the other. Is the current proposed plan going to magically fix all of our lives? Probably not. Would it help improve some huge pitfalls? Most likely. That's about as far as I can go.

However, this video has given me courage. I realize now that I have too long hidden my ignorance. Knowledge isn't necessary for misplaced indignation and yelling (hence, "misplaced"). You can just say whatever you want as long as you are loud enough to hide the fact that you don't know what you are saying. It is time to become an ardent supporter of that which I will never fully understand. Where do I get me some cardboard and markers?