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After yesterday's longish essay I forced you guys to endure, I thought I'd give you something that ties into it a bit.   

This is the Cerne Abbas Giant just outside Dorset, England.  He, and its easy to tell it is a "he", has been carved into the hillside and stands about 180 feet if you live in the U.S. or 55 meters for the rest of the world.  America First isn't a new concept.

Hillside or earthen artistry is not new.  They are sprinkled all over the world, on the ground, in the ground in caves and anywhere early Picassos' could find a fresh canvas, or grass, or rock.  But perhaps this is the biggest...er...excited guy we have.   

The Old Boy above was created by trenching the ground and then poring chalk to make the outline.  Apparently it has changed through the years.  Experts say there may have been a cloth draped over his outstretched hand.  



  





The approximate date of his erection construction is debatable but for English standards, it is relatively new.  Scholars believe it has been around since the late 1600's.  They also believe our tumescent giant was done as political satire, although others believe it might be a fertility symbol.  At any rate every year the Stand Up For Britain Weekend finds this a popular spot.   No wonder.  When you are this big it is bound to cause a stir.  

"Swollen" jokes aside, this is a unique creation and no wonder Britain has placed it is their National Trust, kind of like our National Registry of Historic Places.

So how does this tie into yesterday's essay?  Go read the essay again and then look at the photo.  Come on, too easy.  

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