Entertain your enemies and confuse your friends!

The world is full of piles of ancient artifacts. There are whole countries built upon the remains of entire civilizations that were built upon the remains of historic and prehistoric cultures.

There are places like Rome, London, Jerusalem and Seattle where you can't hardly dig a post hole without hitting at least two layers of good reasons why you can't dig another hole without having archeologists wander in and sequester your site for a full season of digging and dusting and carting off stuff that will lay uncatalogued in an museum storage facility far into the next century.

There are places where you can't install a new light fixture without getting approval from the local historical council because the house you chose to move into has been trying to fall down for six hundred years.

There are places where you can't throw a rock at a jackal without hitting a clay jar filled with tightly rolled papyrus and copper scrolls dating back to before John the Baptist's mommy made the test strip turn blue.

There are places where you can't till a field without hitting a burial site or an unexploded bomb from a decades or centuries old war.

There are places where you can't plant a rose bush without coming up with a fistful of flint arrow heads or a rotting leather bag of pre-roman coins.

The point is: People have been crawling and striding across this orb for a long, long, long time. And they have been strewing their trash along the way. There is a lot of it. And not every single bit of it or even a scintilla of it is entirely precious or valuable in the face of the recent reality of starvation, torture, murder, deprivation, thievery and disaster.

I'm not saying we should turn all the museums into homeless shelters, but that we need a lot more looking around at how bad things are today and a lot less digging around trying to see just how wonderful things might have been before the dawn of dental floss.

Which reminds me. Anybody want to buy an antique solar-powered digital watch? It used to belong to someone who thought that Jesus had the right idea.