There’s one on every single goddamn campus. You’ll see them on the lawns, in the quads, standing atop the public stands and podiums. There’s a trio of them less than ten feet away from me right now, screaming and ranting damnation, brimstone and hellfire. Cajoling, pleading, begging and screeching.
If it isn’t obvious by now, I’m talking about streetside preachers. Campus preachers. These forefront evangelists demanding the salvation of your souls at the cost of- what? There is a cost. Don’t give me that look. Faith is done in cost of free will. Faith, especially blind faith, is done in cost of recognition of alternatives. It is done in cost of one’s cognitive viability- one’s intellectual aptitude. These fundamentalists, these my-way-or-the-highway-to-hell radicals, are demanding my brain in return for the salvation of something that they cannot prove to exist.
I rant today about religion.
