On Sunday mornings Jimbo journeys forth to purchase the local newspaper and sometimes a half-dozen doughnuts. We like to read the paper on Sunday morning—especially Jimbo’s girlfriend—and we like to eat an occasional doughnut—especially Jimbo. On the way to the quickie mart, I pass a church that has one of those marquees out in front, white, with removable black letters behind a pane of glass.
The marquee usually has some sort of maniacal phrase on it. These are not verbatim examples, but rather a taste of the sentiment expressed on the marquee.
It’s easier for a camel to walk through the eye of a needle than for a gay to reach the kingdom of God
God loves us all, but he hates queers
Today, Jimbo made his usual journey to the quickie mart to acquire the news medium and the Krispy Kreme. On the way past the church, I noticed the marquee read as follows:
Why do you never see the headline psychotic wins lottery
That is a good question—a stupid question, but a good one. Perhaps they were too embroiled in their psychoses to find the time to play. Perhaps they were too afraid to play. Perhaps the newspaper was too busy to have them psychoanalyzed prior to going to print. Perhaps they were too busy putting letters on the marquee in front of their church and didn’t have time to buy a ticket.
All I know is that I bought a ticket, but I haven’t checked the numbers yet to see whether this prediction came true.
On the other side of the marquee it read as follows:
Too many people confuse loose talk with free speech
Yes, how true. My response to that is, please see other side.
One sees the strangest things when one circumnavigates Jimbo’s world.
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