Wow. There’s just so much to write about these days. Let’s start here: Someone (thanks, Mel!) sent me a link to this story about Daryl Banther and his 8-year-old son. The poor guy. He just wanted to hand out pamphlets and religion “surveys” to unsuspecting festival-goers in Georgia. But the cops chased him away.
Now he’s considering suing the city of Ringgold, GA, because, as he says, “I have rights…They’ve taken all the Christian rights away.” He used the example of an atheist at a football game. If the atheist doesn’t like the prayer being said, “they can get it taken out of the football game.”
Of course, if they were praying to Allah at a football game, we know he’d be the first one on the ground, throwing a hissy. He just doesn’t get it.
What evangelicals fail to understand is that their beliefs are personal. Hello. Like a favorite football team. Like a favorite restaurant. Like a favorite brand of deodorant. I don’t want him rubbing his deodorant on me or my kids. (I know, eeeew.) I bet you don’t either.
Thing is, he’s not really doing any harm. Not really. He’s more of just a pest, like a fruit fly, only bigger and hairier and waaay more annoying.
This whole situation is funny to people like us: the guy wants an apology. And he’s gonna come back, whether we like it or not. He thinks he should be allowed to pedal God. In a way, I agree with him. But there’s an appropriate time and place for that. He can stand in his own yard and do that, though if he were my neighbor, I’d have to move. Hell, we all, as tax-payers, even provide him with a place to meet with fellow “persecuted” Christians: his church. They can stand in front of their church and wave folks in like the wacky wavy-arm guy.
But here’s what is really sad: This guy and his kid have been conditioned to believe it’s not only their right, but their duty to pimp for the divine trifecta. And he can’t understand anything else. You’ve seen that illusion of a young and the old lady, right? Well, some people, no matter how hard they look, they can only see the old lady, not the young one. Or vise versa. Their brains are just stuck in one gear. Is that his fault?
Do we lock this guy up for being an almighty dumb-*ss or do we have a little sympathy for the poor fool and the son he’s raising? Hmmm.