Now Washington D.C. has long been held to be quite literally Satanic by the conspiracy set, its streets a neat tracery of devilish runes, and while I give some credence to the belief, I hold Washington to be something even worse, which is in terrible taste; I can think of no uglier city; it makes St. Louis look like Paris; it makes Houston look like Angkor Wat. And the MLK memorial is another perfect addition to the perfectly awful landscape, an immense, hammy, vaguely angry demigod emerging from a styrofoam Star Trek set piece, scowling in cartoonish dismay, looking, to my eyes, as if he is slightly hungry. I am apparently late to the story, but it appears that the creators got the quotations wrong! But no one can figure out how to transform the inaccurate paraphrase into a statement of actual principles without blowing the whole thing up. Which describes how all right-thinking folk feel about Washington and thus, in an ironical sorta way, make me hope they leave the thing exactly as it is, a goofy reminder that the misattribution of bogus notions is the crowning intellectual endeavor in these United States.