An Observation of the Moment: No Sanctity Here, Indeed

I’d like to take a moment, if you would, to relish a realization; namely, the one that says that I am, in fact, wearing a cross on a chain that is laying on top of the design on the front of my shirt. You see, this shirt has on it four, bold, distinctly large Japanese characters (Kanji or Katakana, I’m unsure) that translate to “Dirty White American Devil.”
Yes, I am wearing a cross over a shirt proclaiming myself as a devil . . . Smell that? Sweet, sweet, entirely unintended irony.

Thank You.

[Editor's Note: This entry was just sort of . . . Dull, to be honest. But, here it is!]