On the topic of my shirt.

I had been sitting around waiting for something to write about but that wasn't working, so I went to the book store. The fortuitous part of popping on down to the compendium cache was that I happened to throw on the only relatively clean shirt that I found on the way to the door. This shirt just happened to be my Bad Religion t-shirt, the one with the red slash running through a crucifix. A wonderful shirt, red and white on black, a real comfortably beaten up shirt that matches all my outfits from shorts and flip flops to jeans and boots, that shirt works perfectly into my ensemble. Fast forward to me, standing in the checkout line, books in hand awaiting my turn to give away some money. In front of me is a couple, middle age, soft of belly and pale of flesh in the typical, non-labor worker, sort of way. The woman turns to look at me, I say hello, she looks at my shirt and her eyes widen. Her husband was also glancing back and his eyes widened a bit as well. The woman let out a huff of air, in obvious disapproval of something. Her husband quickly tightened his grip around her shoulders, trying to calm her down, it didn't work. "What do you suppose Jesus would say about that shirt?" the woman asked me, acid spitting from her lips. "I don't know but I doubt he would be a dick about it." I retorted. The woman's eyes lit with rage, her cheeks flushed with anger and her ass sagged with fat. In typical Minnesota fashion, she mumbled under her breath and looked away, glancing back now and then to see if I had changed my mind about my disdain for her particular brand of holier than thou-ism. I hadn't, she left. I purchased my books and headed to the local caffeinated beverage hut so that I may purchase one. I walked through the door, took my place in line and realized that I was being sneered at. Once again, a couple was in front of me and the woman didn't like my shirt. "What would Christ say about that shirt?", she asked me. "He would probably agree that crucifixes suck.", was my answer and I watched the woman huff in anger and then display some more passive aggressive traits, common among Minnesotans. Two run ins like this in such a short time span made me both gleeful and pensive. I was always a big fan of Mad Magazines "Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions section and any time these things fall into place for me, I am filled with joy. Yet, any time I am confronted by one of those, arrogant about their own stupidity, types I become very thoughtful. Mostly because I don't understand them. This is why I have decided to write several self catharsis posts that I may exercise the evil imps that all the recent stupidity in the world have placed in my head. I shall start with religion, then over to some politics, then maybe religion and politics , then, who knows? I hope you will come with me on this less than interesting trip through my unstable mind.

Coming soon: Sectual Healing.