I Read It And Tweeted It

I have a new favorite religious nut-job/hobo. Every morning at the Jefferson Park Blue Line stop here in Chicago, there is a gentleman holding a sign the fervently proclaims that Saturday is, in fact, the Sabbath, not Sunday as is commonly observed. He claims this was so decreed by Jesus himself, so therefore anyone "celebrating" the Sabbath on Sunday is obviously a sinner of immeasurable proportion. But that's not what makes him my new favorite. What clenched that honored title is this: when you walk by him, he yells at you to "Read it, then Tweet it." Awesome.

This tells me a few things. Most importantly, it tells me that Twitter is dead. Once the religious hobos are on board with the newest social media trend, it can only mean that the trend has reached critical mass and is about to implode upon itself. However, it also tells me that there is apparently a Very Important Debate about when the Sabbath actually is, which is a debate I have been ignorant of until recently. I suppose that's due to my general contempt toward Christianity, but I would think at least Fox News would be running non-stop terror stories about how the Jews are out to kill all Christians (or something equally hilarious/sad) because they practice Sabbath on Saturday versus the Christian's obviously superior Sunday… but that hasn't happened, which is why I guess I didn't know about it.

It also tells me that Jeff Park is now the new Market of Religious Nutbaggery. At least in the mornings. Every morning, there are at least 5 religious douches handing out all sorts of flyers, pamphlets and propaganda, asking to talk to you about Jesus, and now screaming at you to Tweet about it. Which I did, natch.

I would say that I should find a new route to work, but frankly these zealots provide more entertainment in the mornings than I get all day at work, so I have to keep going that way. I never get these kind of Nuttishness anywhere else since I don't go through downtown anymore, and it's good to be reminded from time-to-time that I live in a giant city that is big enough to produce absolutely insane religious freak bags. And that makes me happy.