The Great Outdoors!

I finally made it out into the world. So terribly exciting. After many days of pent up frustration, I discovered that today was Earth Day and decided to go to the fair. There was walking. And occasionally there was me muttering incoherently to the people in the booths. But mostly there was walking.

And I do so love large fairs full of tree hugging dirt worshipers like myself. SO many interesting a random ways to sew hemp and save the world and reduce my carbon footprint. As it stands, I really only managed to do 2 things. I talked to candidate running against my current congressional representative (the other democrat. a republican will never win in our conveniently gerrymandered district). And I talked to the folks at the House Rabbit Society about how badly they need foster families for bunnies. Once I get all healed, I might have to look into this. I do so love bunnies.

But there was one thing that stuck out. In this bastion of left wing idealists there were the requisite bible-thumpers with their large signs and abortion pictures. Now those were revolting, but not unexpected. However, the thing that really did stick out was the pitiable looking man with a 5 foot sign that read "Give me 5 minutes and I will proved to you that god exists and jesus died for your sins". Seriously. It was like Grecian Formula challenge meets Pascal's Wager. I couldn't believe it. I was SO F*CKING bitter that my mouth isn't really working. I wanted to talk to him SO BADLY I could feel it. Actually, that was the twinge in my hip as I whirled around to read his sign. But STILL! I mean, here is a person who is apparently so unclear on the concept of "faith" that not only is he seeking to prove his beliefs to himself... he wants to prove them to YOU. It never ceases to amaze me how some people (not all mind you, but some) who claim that faith is the most important thing in their lives still seem convinced that faith and "proof" need to co-exist. And damn, i just realized that i missed the Union of Concerned Scientists booth. how ironic.

OK, I am off to tend to my chicken stock. And maybe take a pain pill. But really, I might just be over those. How sad...