They're Everywhere!

The shouting fanatic was on the corner of Nicollet and 8th street again last Wednesday evening, spewing more doctrine and hatred into the world.

Waiting to cross the street, I was forced to listen to him shout against profanity and idle words. Not that I would disagree, per se, but his earlier vomit has made me disinclined to like him very much.

Later on at home, as I am preparing dinner for the D&D group that plays every other Wednesday at our house, I hear what sounds suspiciously like a live drumkit coming from somewhere in the neighborhood.

I just couldn't get the sound reconciled in my head--it didn't belong to the normal neighborhood noise. I went from the kitchen to the living room to make sure it wasn't the TV.

It wasn't. As I turned around, I saw a mini-parade coming down my street. The strains of "Halleluiah" could be heard.

Seriously?

Now they're freakin' coming round the neigborhood interrupting everyone's dinner with this?

At least they weren't spouting hatred of homosexuals and calling them diseased.

I think. I can't really be sure, as I closed the windows.

Regardless, the people following after dutifully came up to the front door to hand out pamphlets and spread the Word. I didn't hear what the Big B told them through the screen of our porch on the side of the house, but I can guess.

Maybe we should have invited them in so they could see our D&D paraphernalia.

Then they'd REALLY think we were going to Hell! After all, Dungeons and Dragons is demonic! There's a pantheon of false gods and it causes people to go around killing others with medieval weaponry. It subverts people into believing they can fight monsters and battle evil (or fight heroes and battle good).

Normally I wouldn't have been so nasty about it (like pointedly closing all our windows as they rolled down the street) but the maniac on the corner had put me in a mood, and to find them literally at my doorstep that same evening...well....

...I will blame it on hormones. I have been cranky of late for no apparent reason, and despite my blaming it on hormones, I really can't.

I don't have a problem with people talking about what they believe in. But when you come down my street and interrupt gaming time which is sacred! I take issue.

Just don't try to cram it down my throat and we'll be fine.