Earlier that summer the President had people gassed out of a park so he could walk to a photo op, posing with a bible being held upside down and backwards. When asked by the Press if that was his bible, his answer was “It’s a Bible”
On the corner of 1st and Lenora, South West corner there is a man passed out. Like laying on a cross, Arms stretched out, legs stretched straight, and downhill, shoes had been kicked to the side, his face staring straight to the sky, mouth open eyes closed, he slowly begins to get soaked as a light rain has started, his empty liquor bottle rests against the building next to him.
A ferry blows its horn from the dock below, as a car heading south on 1st rushes by whooshing a puddle that just misses the man.
Speakers are blaring Bible quotes spoke in a foreign language by a young group of men I believe are fundamentalist, they hold the bible, dressed in purple and gold Toga’s the crowd walking by them are mostly homeless and druggers There is no interaction between the two groups it’s as if they are from two dimensions sharing the same street.
A young couple begin to cross the street towards the man, think better of it as they decide to go around him instead.
His mouth has gathered enough rain to choke and wake him, he spits out a bit as he lowers his head again, this time with his mouth closed. I see him blink a couple of times then return to his sleep.
I check my phone, then facebook, there is a post that has a picture of a Black Jesus, and a White Jesus, the caption reads, if Jesus was Black, would White men be Christians?
Below that pic is a cross that says, remember the Crucifix
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