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A treat that could eat you By Chris Erskine
http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | Really large food in grotesque proportions has always been something to admire. Big tanks of chili or those semitrucks they turn into portable barbecues to roast 100 sides of beef. It reassures me that we are in a country so plentiful we will never ever run out of sustenance. At least on that one particular day. So how could I not support what was purported to be the world's largest Rice Krispies treat, which they were assembling down at the schoolyard the other day? As a connoisseur of senseless group activities, I found it just crazy fun. I didn't actually help to build the Rice Krispies treat; that seemed too much work. But I was there when handlers unveiled the thing — a Picasso of marshmallow and puffed rice. By the way, I was watching one of those endless awards shows last week and started wondering what real geniuses would say if they were ever to accept a major award on national television:
Picasso: "I'd like to thank Barcelona street cleaners and the tortilla makers on the Ramblas. I'd especially like to thank my close friend absinthe." The caveman who discovered fire: "Initially, we were very excited about creating flames, and then we thought: 'How the %*&;(%# do you put this out?' That was the moment we also discovered cussing." Anyway, there were no such announcements at the public unveiling of the world's biggest Rice Krispies treat, which came during a perfect Sunday afternoon, on long spring grass, the bedding sheep use to seduce other sheep.
Everyone seemed pleased with the industrial enormity of the Rice Krispies treat, big as a cargo container. No question it was a princely sight. They crated it in plywood and put a curtain across the front that looked like tar paper. When it came time for the unveiling, hundreds of town folk whooped and hollered. From what I was able to glean, the stunt was a centerpiece for some coming reality show. And they say television has run out of ideas. There were also, at this event, all sorts of game booths, a dunk tank and a couple of bouncy houses. I fear nothing in life other than bouncy houses — the germy inflatables that wiggle across the school yards this time of year like giant boobs. Back in his glory days, Why do I always have to be the voice of reason in America? One day I suppose I will approach the school board about my objections to the symbolism inherent in bouncy houses. Till then, I follow the little guy and his buddy as they move from booth to booth, in the carnival surrounding the gigantic Rice Krispies treat. Do you ever have days that feel a little off-kilter, everything odd angles and sepia tones? That's my entire life. "Can we do that one, Dad?" the little guy says, pointing to a booth. "No, wait, how about that one?" I swear, it's like picking out a couch with his mother. No worries, kid. Your life right now is one giant carnival booth. The economics of a school carnival always impress me. For So, it's been an interesting spring so far — ballgames, fundraisers and a giant Rice Krispies treat, a world record if some are to be believed. At school, meanwhile, more signs of renewal abound. The kids all have new shoes, and their spring teeth are coming in, the first new crop of the year. To a first-grader, teeth are temporary things — they come, they go. It soothes them to wiggle them with their fingers or tongue. It is their nicotine. As they wait for the classroom door to open each morning, they proudly discuss lost teeth the way their grandparents recount past surgeries. "Yeth, I loth my tooth yetherday," one explains. "I loth a tooth too. Thee?" another says, proudly showing the divot where the tooth once sat. From the tooth fairy, he looks forward to Amid all this, there was Erin Go Bragh, say I. Every weekday JewishWorldReview.com publishes what many in the media and Washington consider "must-reading". Sign up for the daily JWR update. It's free. Just click here. Comment by clicking here.
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