Yelling

I like to yell at things.

I yell at the walls.

I yell at the animals.

I yell at the sky.

I even yell at myself. Though most of the yelling happens silently behind my sad, frightened eyes, I sometimes write out my yelling.

As you might have heard, I was annoyed with Santa Monica's new atheist displays that have usurped the traditional Nativity scenes. So, I decided to yell about it silently, with my keyboard:

“Just the other day, I was walking down the street and I saw a sign that said all religions were based on myths and I thought to myself, maybe everything I’ve ever believed is just a fabrication and I should really reconsider the world view I’ve held sacred for my entire life.” 

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say those words have been spoken zero times in the last month that these displays have been up. Actually, I would probably say that number of people that signs proclaiming God is a myth have converted is probably equivalent to the number of Nativity scenes that have converted atheists to the path of righteousness.

Read it!