July 19, 2005

Impotent Protestations

I call them impotent, but "unintelligible" is more accurate.

Driving to work this morning on I-25, just after I passed downtown, I saw three people standing on an overpass holding up a sign saying "What kind of man?"

"Indeed, what kind of man?" I thought to myself, soon followed by "What kind of man what?"

Ahead, I saw more people on another overpass holding two banners. Surely, this would enlighten me to the cause of these brave voices in the urban wilderness!

Nope. "What kind of city?" asked one. "What kind of nation?" asked the other.

And that was that. No more banners. No answers to the questions. No context at all.

I figure it could have something to do with Iraq. Or maybe not. Who the hell knows?

I suppose it was supposed to provoke some soul searching, but, when I get around to plumbing the depths of my brain, I at least like to have an idea of for what I am looking.

So, since I don't know what the yahoos were on about, my answer will be "a superdy-doopery one!"

Happy now?

Update: Apparently they're pro-lifers. Pro-lifers who either all need to show up on time or who need to work on message delivery.

More here about these brave "warriors of the Word." Errr... I realize that the air above the interstate isn't so great, but I don't think you're really a warrior for holding up a banner in this country.

This would also explain the nutty Bible-reading folks we saw downtown on Saturday night. I'd have debated with them, but there were better things to do - like drink beer and listen to good live music. My eternal soul can wait.