I was walking through the ice cream section of my grocer’s freezer, and I found that Dreyers now sells America’s Vanilla. I think this actually came out for Independence Day, but this is clearly tantamount to Freedom Fries. Wasn’t there Russian dressing during the cold war? Did we burn Persian rugs during the Gulf War? Am I really unpatriotic if I eat French vanilla ice cream?
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I’m shocked that I didn’t come up with this movie. I mean, someone’s life hangs in the balance based on how many bars somebody has. It’s a natural.
From Minnesota, to South Bend, to Jersey, and out to California, Grandpa Joe’s ’96 Olds has been my ride. It’s moved me with upto 6 people, 11 baseball gloves, 5 bats, a plethora of softballs, bike rack, folding chairs, and grill, all in style. Sure, things went wrong from time to time, but all in all, I could count on the Sled. It’ll be tough not driving it anymore. Cars come and go, but once a Sledrider, always a Sledrider. ![[Everything You Think You Know About Politics and Why You're Wrong]](http://www.realmofthewombat.com/images/books/everythingyouthink.gif)
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