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The Chicken Filet Model of Marriage

"Chick-fil-A".  

 I am embarrassed to admit this, but the first time I ever saw a Chick-fil-A restaurant--the last time we lived in Tucson--I could not figure out how to pronounce its name.  It came out, "chick-fill-uh".  

 "A chick-fill-uh?  What kind of a fill-uh is that?  Stuffed chicken?"

 "Sump'n Southern, I guess, like grits, or collard greens."  

 I have never been inside a Chick-fil-A restaurant, which is not a claim to some kind of negative virtue, but an admission that even if you put the young women in T-shirts and have them serve beer, orange is not an appealing restaurant color.  But I was as wrong about that as I was about how to pronounce "chicken fillet".  I found this somewhere:

 "Orange combines the energy of red and the happiness of yellow. It is associated with joy, sunshine, and the tropics. Orange represents enthusiasm, fascination, happiness, creativity, determination, attraction, success, encouragement, and stimulation."

 So orange does not have anything to do with being stupidly religious.  It is joy and sunshine, something like the Biblical model of marriage, as exemplified by Abraham, and King David, and probably Absolom, Agsolom!  (I don't know anything about Absolom, Absolom! either:  I just like the name.)  I am referring to the giants in the Biblical earth who had several wives and as many cocubines as they could afford.  I assume that a concubine is orange.  I have never been able to afford one, myself, so I am not an advocate of a Biblical marriage, which as you can divine, is something like being one of those fundamentalist Mormoms up in the Four Corners area, with enough spare cash to rent a concubine.  

 I am not suggesting that most Mormons look kindly at polygamy.  I have heard that some do, although Mitt Romney is not one of them, although his grandfather or great-grandfather is reported to have moved to Mexico to protest our government's insistence on outlawing the Chicken Filet version of marriage when Utah became a State.  

 Lord, how did I get into this?  Anybody for a taco?  Something vegetarian and legal?

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