Get Off the Bus

Hello. As a first time contributor to this sweet zine, I'd like to say that I'm colored excited to be here. I hope to be writing again, and I wish the zine a long life...most of them never get to be toddlers, much less reach publication pubescence.

But I did not volunteer my (hee, hee,snort.) writing skills to directly offend the staff and misspell things. I'm writing to talk about my brush with Jesus at a Wisconsin rest stop.

I first saw the bus while stepping out of the bathroom, making wise-ass comments about fat white gap-toothed Wisconsin inbreeds to my little sister. At first I thought it was a bill-board or a truck, all I could see was a huge yellow sign lettered in orange. I got a bad vibe from it right from the start. I gabe a fifties debutante'-style gasp when I misread it as JUDENS REPENT-JESUS CHRIST IS YOUR ONLY HOPE.

I got closer. Okay, so it said JUDGMENT repent. But that's still just plain mean, dammit. The, I got closer and saw the head.

It looked like a piece of withered, red fruit with black slits for eyes and a mouth covered with mucus, clamped in a pair of tweezers, being lifted from something pale gray, which I suppose was a uterus. "Abortion" the sign read, in dark print.

"What's wrong?" She asked, looking at my strained face.

"These people are bad-mouthing abortion. That's a fetus," I said.

"What's abortion?"

Okay, so the kid's not up to date on her political cat fights. But she-already at ten years old is a Nazi feminist, and she sure as hell understood the next sign;

BIG PROBLEMS- WOMEN (I was so flattered to be number 1)

SEX CHURCHES SCHOOLS ABORTION

(and...their favorite punching bag) SODOMITES

Then they added HOMOSEXUALS just in case some local Bubba couldn't understand the first term.

So what did I, a queer-bitch, who happens to like all of the things they'd listed, (except churches) do then?

I walked back to my grandparents' car. Part of me kicking myself for not setting it on fire. Par of me is hoping that I'm setting an example. Sadly, every one of you readers has probably encountered, or WILL encounter something like that bus. Their particular clique' is rampant, and they are pretty effective at spreading their poison.

But there is hope. The cult of Hate Chrisitans are quite like dogs; they bark and snarl, but if you don't take their bait-they're out to sea.

And if simply not being a Hitler youth isn't enough for you, then become active in freedom programs that DON'T involve setting things on fire, They'd probably just replace the bus with their new Hate mobile anyway.

I leave you now with a Bible passage I remember from Sunday School, before they kicked me out-"LOVE THY NEIGHBOR!"