SOUTH CAROLINA AND OTHER MYSTERIES OF THE SAVIOR

OK. I am saved.

I did not litter.

I did not exceed the speed limit.

Saved? I am not sure what that means and I am not certain what it is, exactly, I am saved from -- but for several hundred miles, in South Carolina, I was buffeted with signs and placards and yard signs and banners-- and I passed at least 3000 of them, telling me, again and again, to:

 I included these pictures of my motorcycle camping trip to the Great Lakes to demonstrate how cool I am, and also i couldn't find any avtual pictures of me being saved.

"pray for salvation" (OK. I did)

"Jesus died for you- you better thank him" (I have never quite gotten this. Also, why is God a "him"?)

"repent, before it is too late" (I dare not ask what it will be too late for)

These people are quite serious about this. There are the same number of churches in south Carolina as fast food hamburger places. More, even.

"why are the women on the Weather Channel always pregnant?" (I just threw that in to see if you were paying attention)

back to South Carolina

"speeding fines $200 and 30 days (in jail)"

"Littering $1000 and 'prison' (yes, prison, not jail)"

There is an air of intolerance and zealotry in South Carolina that keeps you looking over your shoulder and makes you feel creeped out and in constant danger. Like a Jew on Poland in the 1930's.



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