593. Fundies

© Bruce Goodman 26 May 2015


Trevor couldn’t stand those Christian fundamentalists who every now and then came knocking at his door. Pushing their opinions on others, that’s all they were doing. They wouldn’t take no for an answer.

It was impossible to have a reasonable discussion with them. They just wanted to preach in his face. He hated the illogicality of it all. Why can’t they be reasonable?

The next ones that come he’ll get his shotgun and blow their bloody irrational heads off.

8 thoughts on “593. Fundies

  1. Cynthia Jobin

    Why am I laughing? I shouldn’t be laughing.

    (By the way, I have a poem in my blog archives about this, entitled “Armageddon Lesson.” But it’s a lot more laid back.)


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