Our Henges Are Better Than Theirs!

Historians having been chewing gristle about Stone Henge forever now, loading up on theories they can palm off as hard science.   Always has to be spiritual mumbo-jumbo.  Like the Stone Henge was where some type of vegetarian social observation took place, aping religeon and modern secular humanism, all digitally remastered to fit the needs of people's understanding in it's both dazzled and dimly illumined 2012 trance.

No.  My theory is that Stone Henge was a patio.   In it's day, dull clueless citizens of where-ever-land would sit around in nylon web patio chairs, reading newspapers and swatting flies.  No?   It might have been a giant circle jerk.  Or else they played croquet around the posts and lintels.   People make a big deal out of it.  Well fuck that.  The Northside, right here, not far from the observatory gracing Riverview park, there are Burgh Henges.  A Burgh Henge is the remnant of some poor asshole's basement, submerbed into hillside, where most the house was demolished.   Cinder block or stone corners and broken basement walls form a henge, what ever the fuck  a 'henge' is.  Even that has not been made clear at the Ivy League.   They're jerk offs.  Henges over there are bull shit.  The henges here are grand!