Bombastic 'Mo

My Three Preachers? Four? Do street preachers count?

Fair is fair.  If we’re going to give free speech rights to bigoted Rick Warren or sodomite Gene Robinson, we’ve got to give everyone a soap box.

The Washington Post has an interesting (if awkwardly written) story on a number of very angry “street preachers”, aka those guys who think that everyone is going to hell, even you, Sport Nut.

Equipped with bullhorns and vitriol, these preachers wanted to make sure everyone heard their messages.

“Obama, he’s only a human,” said one of the unnamed preachers from the Washington Post article. “Don’t make a human being your lord and master. Your messiah. It’s very simple. You return to the Bible or you return to the jungle.”

Another called out those damned “Baby Killing Women, Porno Freaks, Sport Nuts, Drunks, Homos, Jesus Mockers, Mormons.”

Guess the father’s of all the abo’d babies get off scot-free.  Unless of course they’re a little too into the Mariners.

But all this frivolity doesn’t get us past the reality:

“A 17-year-old walked up to one of the preachers but was unable to speak. He wore an Obama button and a rainbow cuff. He was trembling. His name was Victor Eilering and he was a high school exchange student from the Netherlands. ‘What is the problem?’ he finally asked the preacher, quietly. ‘We did nothing to you.’”

Shit’s hurtful.  Jeese.