Growing up in my most peculiar family, it seemed, at times, that the words of advice spoken most often were "Get a bath." It seemed to be just the answer to every single thing.
War breaks out in the Middle East.
The answer? "Get a bath."
A madman shoots the president.
The answer? "Get a bath."
Threat of nuclear war poses harm to the entire planet.
The answer? "Get a bath."
If cleanliness is next to godliness, in my family, at least, it was a Godsend to all humanity. Seeing how that is you'd think that we'd all come out well scrubbed and shiny clean. Alas, however, we all came out dirty and smelling to high heaven of all our many sins. Nothing new there, I fear.
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