it was a lot quieter than usual outside the 24th St. BART station on Sunday thanks to a whimsical puppeteer whose presence seemed to dissuade the ubiquitous megaphone-toting preacher from his customary pulpit.
If the preacher’s faith was not already completely shattered by the fact that his lord failed to protect his congregation from this territorial incursion, surely this morning’s news that the pope has decided to resign has totally broken him.
That sentence had the word “presence” twice in the same sentence.
Do you see how irritating that is?
took care of that for ya!
Hater gonna hate :p
I’ve seen the show once/twice and tossed a few bucks for it. Pretty decent and a lot better waking up to that vs. the megaphone of eternal damnation.
If the puppets didn’t thank you at the time, I will now. Thanks for the ducats, buddy!
Those holy-rollers are lame. I always walk by them and tell the lady or guy in a hushed spanish, “Porque tanto arguende?!”…which loosely translates to “Whats all the ruckus”…they usually get a bit bewildered, then come back with Bible verses and shit. All these Central American evangelicals are the worst.
Or….”Que es malo con tu cabesa?”
I’d love to bring a group of atheist Sandinistas armed with megaphones just for the sake of balance.
How loud would Jesus’ megaphone be?
Since the preacher is undoubtedly protestant, he’s a heretic; so Bene the Ratz bowing out with bennies won’t alarm him. He believes that Dios Todopoderoso Incorporated is on his side.
both the bible and the puppets can go up your asses. What infantile crap.
stop acting like little children on a playground.
God, I hope not. When you’re ready to stop acting like children on a playground you’re ready to die.
Tommy, as the puppeteer, I’ll be happy to cram something up your ass, maybe it’ll dislodge what’s already up there. See you next Sunday!
Thanks for the notice and the nice picture, Andrew. I live in this neighborhood and it’s always bugged me that the space isn’t better utilized – and that the gloom and doom preacher is always there. So, boom. I invite EVERYONE in SF that likes a good time and hates rude Christians to come down Sundays and support your local artists (not just me, but anyone busking there) and express your displeasure with the aggressive (and dare I say racist?) cult leader, who drives in from Daly City.
my pleasure, and keep up the great work!
Puppets are not for children. But religion is. Maybe a certain preacher needs that cross shoved up his ass by an exorcist?