Wednesday, November 15, 2006

...on manifest destiny

earlier this year, the bastard had mused about the enormity of a slice of pie while dining in las vegas. while in tucson the nice lady brought to a place called mom's for a slice of pizza before i got on the planeride home. look at the size of this thing. i had the nice lady hold a quarter next to it just for scale. it got me to thinking about the american idea of manifest destiny.

Quick Sidebar: Defined, Manifest Destiny was a phrase that expressed the belief that the United States had a mission to expand, spreading its form of democracy and freedom. Advocates of Manifest Destiny believed that expansion was not only good, but that it was obvious ("manifest") and certain ("destiny"). Originally a political catch phrase of the 19th century, "Manifest Destiny" eventually became a standard historical term, often used as a synonym for the territorial expansion of the United States across North America towards the Pacific Ocean.

this all sort of culminated in president james k. polk clamoring for u.s. possession of california and now we wonder with righteous indignation at the mexicans quietly taking it back. why yes virginia, the bastard has been caught reading this week's issue of time magazine. anyway, i don't want to get into that now, i just want to remark on the enormity of this fucking slice of pizza and wonder, A:did james k. polk have any idea that this kind of shit was going to happen back in his day and B: does the monroe doctrine cover a land mass of this size if it comes out of an oven in the western hemisphere? enquiring bastards would like to know.

—the bastard

6 comments:

DM said...

two words, fucking huge.

bastard central said...

yeah it am

Anonymous said...

is that a typo? did you mean to say, "yeah, i am"?

dm said...

if he did. way too much information

bastard central said...

it's neither. one of scoops catch all phrases was "yeah it is". i pay homage by doing both the phrase and grammatically correct english a rudeness

Anonymous said...

Yeah, outside NYC it's called a Brooklyn Slice. Which is bullshit. Go to the joint across from the LIRR ticket counter next to Charley O's in Penn Station, I don't know about now, since it's been a while but they had the biggest slices ever...and one of the best.