Chapter 12
     America has invested her ugg boots on sale religion as well as her morality in sound income-paying securities. She has adopted the unassailable position of a nation blessed because it deserves to be blessed; and her sons, whatever other theologies they may affect or disregard, subscribe unreservedly to this national creed.
     -Agnes Repplier, Times and Tendencies.
     Shadow drove west, across Wisconsin and Minnesota and into North Dakota, where the snow-covered hills looked like huge sleeping buffalo, and he and Wednesday saw nothing but nothing and ugg boots cheap sale plenty of it for mile after mile. They went south, then, into South Dakota, heading for reservation country.
     Wednesday had traded the Lincoln Town Car, which Shadow had liked to drive, for a lumbering and ancient Winnebago, which smelled pervasively and unmistakably of male cat, which he didn't enjoy driving at all.
     As they passed their first signpost for Mount Rushmore, still several hundred miles away, Wednesday grunted. "Now that," he said, ugg boots on sale "is a holy place."
     Shadow had thought Wednesday was asleep. He said, "I know it used to be sacred to the Indians."
     "It's a holy place," said Wednesday. "That's the American Way-they need to give people an excuse to come and worship. These days, people can't just go and see a mountain. Thus, Mister Gutzon Borglum's tremendous presidential faces. Once they were carved, permission was granted, and now the people drive out ugg boots for women in their multitudes to see something in the flesh that they've already seen on a thousand postcards."
     "I knew a guy once. He did weight training at the Muscle Farm, years back. He said that the Dakota Indians, the young men climb up the mountain, then form death-defying human chains off the heads, just so that the guy at the end of the chain can piss on the president's nose."
     Wednesday guffawed. discount uggs for women "Oh, fine! Very fine! Is any specific president the particular butt of their ire?"
     Shadow shrugged. "He never said."
     Miles vanished beneath the wheels of the Winnebago. Shadow began to imagine that he was staying still while the American landscape moved past them at a steady sixty-seven miles per hour. A wintry mist fogged the edges of things.