every time i get to this intersection someone whose beliefs defy reason gets to make big, important decisions that will affect my (and your) life.
this intersection is full of yuck.
like force-feeding intelligent design. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING INTELLIGENT ABOUT INTELLIGENT DESIGN.
or like prayer in schools or in god -- SKY GOD! -- we trust or whatever other bullshit is en vogue that day.
it's like everyone on church street wants to be up in everyone on state street's business.
bible-guy is always up in my grill and bible guy gets all these special privileges, like i can't question his sincere belief in fairies and unicorns because it's taboo, personal, whatever. the burden of proof is on MY SORRY ASS to DISPROVE the existence of fairies and unicorns; and even after i and an army of non-religious folk show him what we KNOW to be TRUE of the universe and that NONE of it includes crazy folklore of two, three thousand years ago, that there are no fairies and unicorns, my/our work is still dismissed as the devil's work... the devil?
THE FUCKING DEVIL.
ya don't even have to be at this fucked up intersection to begin to taste this sort of idiocy... ya just have to be on or near church street. and believe me, church streets are all around us.
i willingly go there once or twice a year, to make my mom happy, but i've decided that i'm not even doing that anymore.
time to make myself happy. sorry mom... okay, i'm not really sorry.
and for the record, state street is pretty fucked up too; but that's a different subject for a different time. ya see, i grew up on state street. i know it well.
3321. quincy, il.
nice bungalow.
No comments:
Post a Comment