Funny Thing About Religion
I ran into a guy on the subway ranting about Muslims. We started talking politics, and this guy had a corncob up his rear. He hates Muslims. I asked what he believed. All he said was, "I'm not a Muslim." Well, duh. What a moron. What he doesn't believe I don't give a damn about. What he does believe is all I wanted to know. All I know is this guy is one afraid son of a bitch. That's New York City for you. We got them all, including paranoid nutjobs. Why not just tell me you aren't a Martian? Or from Ork? This is Mork calling Orsen I don't get it. People are afraid of themselves. The dillweed on the subway didn't even know what he thought. Where the hell am I? I'm in New York City, the Big Apple. I expect backwater hick talk in the sticks. Or maybe Flushing. Not here. I tell you, I have been asking people people why they believe whatever it is they believe. The Muslim driving my taxi last week told me. He was polite about it. I guess Chr