Religious Irony

From the headlines:

Madonna, the Kaballah-practicing no-longer-a-Virgin Virgin, seeking approval by the Jews, in their country, a few months before Christmas, on Rosh Hashana, seeks out the king--or prime minister--instead of the other way around, and instead of wanting to slay him, like he would want to do to her in Olden Days, wants to worship alongside him.
Madonna wants to give birth to a type of old/new religion by giving it mass appeal. She preaches it everywhere she goes.
She is the star, the nucleus of this fascinating religion. The religion follows her around, you could say.

Vibes...

Someone asked me what the vibes were like here in Florida. I told him the vibes were incredible (and for me, essential).
Incredible vibes! Balmy and sunny and rainy and sandy. Hurricanes and Dolphins. It has both a strong Latin influence mixed with a decidedly Cracker influence. Blacks, whites, Hispanics, all living together. Jews and trailer trash. Baptists and Swamps and Space Shuttles. Three miles from where I live is the intersection of Ft. Harrison Avenue and Cleveland Street and that's where about a million Scientologists hang out.
Daytona 500 and Disney World. The Everglades and Lynyrd Skynyrd and Ray Charles and Jimmy Buffet and Princess Cruise Lines and sharks and a strong Canadian presence.
We also evacuate. In the meantime, we like our college football and sunsets (and sunrises) and spring breaks and foamy surf and giant cockroaches (NOT). We are home to lightning and pitbulls and pastel colors...

We like the vibes here, believe it or not, because there are about one-billion of them.