OK, so back to this Christian fish thing.

So the atheists have their fish to go up against the Christian thing. Great. Now comes the response; the Christian fish eating the Darwin fish, only the Christian fish has the word "Truth" inside of it instead of "Jesus" or something to that effect. It's all very silly and it all leads to the same conclusion: If you see the stupid fish on the back of someone's car, get away as fast as you can. Switch lanes; speed up; swerve like mad; take the next exit, because if you don't one of these misguided shit-for-brains will run you into a ditch. No lie, they suck.
(oh, for a very well written and on-point essay on Christians and their man JC, see http://www.theartofdansilver.com/jesus.html. you'll love it)

This is the point I was getting to all along; no matter what the fish is on the back of the car, the driver is a raging buffoon who obviously got his/her driver's license via the internet. Think I'm exaggerating? Go for a drive. Pull up behind some car with the fish, or a "I love Jesus" bumpersticker, or better yet one of those idiotic "rapture" stickers (see last blog). The idiot driving is so engrossed listening to Ernest Ainsley or Billy Graham or those plastic as hell assholes from TBN, that he doesn't see the light change. Better yet, since God is their co-pilot, they don't need to signal to change lanes. Shit, since God's riding shotgun, they don't even check the lane to see your sorry ass driving along side. Here they come! Honk the horn, give 'em the finger; hell, give them the whole fist. They just smile, wave and mouth out the words, "Jesus loves you!" See, it's not their fault; God was supposed to tell them you were in the lane, but he must have forgotton. Nice. You want a sure way to develop road rage? Follow a "Christian driver" for a few miles. No one will be spared your wrath.

The problem got so bad that my daughters started pointing out cars with fish on them. They thought it was some sort of warning sticker, like in the U.K. where they plaster huge red "L's" on the cars of recent licensees. We'd be driving along and my kids would say, "Look out dad! There's another one with a fish!" and I'd smile quitely to myself. Like I said before, sport a fish; get out of the way.

and you Darwin fuckers ain't any better.

I've got to go lift heavy objects.