Luis Palau's Cityfest.

I'm pretty grossed out that we're closing off the public streets to
promote a religion--any religion. If they had wanted to rent the arena
or have this at a suburban mega-church, I'd be fine with it. But it's
an inconvenience for me, and an endorsement of a particular religion
by the city. Oh, they say it's just bmx riders and Veggie Tales, but
there will be preaching on the riverfront stage on both days.

Furthermore, it's promotion of insipid feel-good white bread tobymac
gag me with a spork evangelical Christianity. You know, the one where
they remove your sense of irony, while increasing the chance you'll
frequent hookers, cause the wife doesn't do it "that way".

I'm tempted to go to the craft shop and get some silk stems and craft
crowns of thorns and sell them like the peanut guy at the Sounds
games. "Crown of THORNS, CROWN of thorns, git your red hot CROWN of
thooooorns, Seven dollah gets you a crooooown!"

That or pass out copies of Sam Harris' "Atheist Manifesto", which is a
fun read. I love the part where he gives the example of believing that
there's a diamond the size of a refrigerator buried in his back yard
and that gives him comfort. On Sundays, he and the children dig for it.