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Wailin' and-a Shakin' and-a Foamin' at the Mouth

These days, there seem to be two Sure Things at the Good Cinco De Mayo celebration in town.
The delicious Mexican Soda--it's pronounced 'Harritos'--and Hay-Zeus.





A group of Bible Wavers rent a booth for their silly little tracts, giant Scripture posters and loud, cantankerous rants. They're conveniently placed next to the Republican Party and across from the local police/State Troopers exhibit. You could almost call it Intolerance Corner.

K-but-seriously, these clowns (just the Bible people) get into it with passersby. Especially if said passerby happen to be two men holding hands. The po-po reminds everybody to mellow out now and then.







You know me...I'm nosy! Couldn't help slowly drifting by to hear a bit of their 'message.' They didn't have one. They were babbling. There was some sort of broken-record 'God is God is God' lecture going on while I snapped this. Maybe he shoulda finished his adult coloring project before Saturday? Perhaps he'd be a bit more relaxed.

But as tiresome as they were to hear? Even they'd had enough of themselves in a few hours.









'They're ALL going to hell. All. Going. To. Hell.'

Perhaps Mister Prophet could write about it in his own lil' holy book.
Second Loser Chapter 23 Verse Zero...?