The brouhaha over 'General Betray Us' has revealed,

once again, the power uniforms have over our superstitious

minds. Whether it is the stars and fruit salad on a general's

jacket, the clerical collar of a divine, or the white coat of a physician,

we respond to these costumes with something akin to religious awe.

One cannot imagine the Supreme Being naked. One can only imagine

Him wearing some sort of uniform.