I have just returned from a graduation party for my next door neighbor in Sparta, WI. In the approximately 1 1/2 godforsaken hours I spent at The Zone (formally the American Legion) I had counted 4 mullets, 8 wifebeaters (the attire not abusive husbands, but I'm sure there were a handful of those too) and 3 headbands in a place that was not that busy.My dad and I made a stop at the bar before committing to a location whilst he starts talking to a couple who has been at the bar since before noon. It is now after 3:00 on a Sunday afternoon. As I stood aside, not wanting to be any part of the wife's drunken slurrage, this huge feller wearing, from the above list, a mullet and a hot pink tank top spits, "What the fuck are you looking at?" In which I turn to him and reply in my most condescending manner , "Not you." Seemingly confused by my response, he sits back down and reunites with his PBR.
Now I realize that Sparta has been, and always will be Sparta. A few deserved Spartans escape for a better life, even fewer do not. What really troubles me is the fact that some of the remainders have leaked out and Spartanized, if you will, other unknowing and unwilling communities. The time to act is now, my friends! It is time we band together and begin our own civilization, start our own society, live by our own government. Eventually we can extend our population to those who pass certain regimented tests based on personality, background and skills. We can regulate our own environment until, when the time comes, we poison our Kool-Aid and burn ourselves to the ground.
Who's in?
Interesting side note - Tommy Orrico was at said party sporting a black t-shirt with the tuxedo print - always a classic. Tommy and the shirt, I mean.
