I’ve got this thing about Elvis where, basically, I simultaneous don’t care about him very much and yet care very, very deeply^* about things that are reactions to his legacy as a pop culture icon. International leadership tourism at Graceland? Thank you very much! Bruce Campbell as an aged, allegedly identity-swapped Elvis? Bubba HoYEP. Totally crazy random kitschy crap that just wouldn’t work if Presley wasn’t stamped onto our dang old national identity? Irresistible, it is!

I’m not really sure where I’m going with that, but let’s get one thing straight: peanut butter, bacon and banana sandwiches are an awesome and worth dying for.

^*or at least very mildly.