“No fighting. Fighting is bad. Use your words!!!”

My son was expressing his feelings about having to leave the chicken joint using words in the best way he knows.

Look at the contrast of some overfed American’s myopic diet concerns with the life-and-death worries of a solider in Iraq who, thanks to shell shock, probably can’t even remember the time in life when she innocently indulged in the taste of a Thin Mint.

The juxtaposition of contact sports and nurturing chicken mommy bugged me.

Main Source — Breaking Atoms: Buy the album when I re-drop it.