it looks like even the cops are for the good news! I got this picture
of an officer that read your flyer and kept it. He was asked to
get it out of his pocket so that we could take a picture of him
but he didn't want his face in it.
we all come around in our own good time.
my GOD IS FAKE flier story. Basically I was just taking the L train
from 8th Ave. to Union instead of skating cause of the whole broken
skateboard situation, when I saw a religious dude preaching his
listened for a little bit to see what he was saying but I got bored
real quick so I just decided to leave. As I started to walk away
I remembered that I had one of the god is fake handouts in my wallet
so I was like I'll just give it to him and see what he does. At
first he read the front and gave me a dirty look but when he realized
I was still standing there after he had finished I guess he decided
he was going to give me a piece of his mind. He called me a "little
fucker" and told me that I was going to face the hell fires
if I keep going on this road. I got a big kick out of that. anyways...
Subject: yeah baby!!
like to say that all of you haters suck! im one of the teens who
passes them out at Union Square. its fun and its hilarious to watch
the peoples expressions. ive had people rip it up in my face,flip
out, show me there jesus tattoos, or just be happy. i spend my days
at Union Square cutting folding and passing them out. im the blonde
chick. me and my friends Anto and Nikki will be making shirts and
bracelets that say god is fake on them..... we are hoping to make
some cash.... if you want to buy a god is fake shirt or bracelet
contact bob and he'll let us know. hahahaha we are cool!
a real treat for me (as you can imagine) and the facial
expressions are priceless; shock, horror, laughter,
Christ, what can I say? The darlings have truly worked
their way into my heart. God
It makes a suburban upbringing seem almost criminal.
missionaries haven't a clue how puppy-eyed and fresh
faced they appear. Then
their teenybopper youth groups come face to face
with the Union Square gang... the differences are
dazzling. Kids growing up in the city (compared
to those brought up in white bred bible belt) have
such an advantage when it comes to social skills
and problem solving.
Chris gives David a much needed drink of rain water,
because friends share.
Antonella shares the news with
just a couple weeks ago when another one of
these Christian jam sessions was taking place
in the Square Venessa started screaming at the
top of her lungs.... like Venessa does.
It didn't take long for one of them to work
their way over to us and inquire about the disturbance.
After some debate and a frank piece of my mind
the youth leader decided it would be a good
idea to introduce some of his kids to a real
live atheist.. me!
It was so cute how bashful they were at first.
I started off assuring them "I'm safe.
I'm not going to get angry and mug you, I swear."
there I am with two of the cutest little Christian 15
year olds you ever laid your eyes upon. Blond haired
and blue eyed, like baby deer, they were so timid and
pure. You should have seen the fear in their eyes when
a homeless man came up and asked for spare change. Oh
man, and when Skater Bob used the "F" word you'd think
he'd pulled down his pants and started talkin' out his
was so neat for me was these kids had been taught that
the dinosaurs were around during biblical times (stompin'
around behind the crucifixion, there in Bethlehem for
the birth of Christ... the works). I was delighted to
see them so enthusiastic about this concept. It reminded
me of my behavior at that time. See the emails I received
from one of them on page
127 of Hate Mail.
The good news.
you can imagine how these Union Square kids feel having these
beliefs shoved in their face every weekend at the place where
they always skate. I understand their plight... and my "GOD
IS FAKE" retaliation seems to be just what the doctor ordered.
The girls make me a cake!
I find Your hate mail is most amusing, I hope one day I too
will piss off as many people as you have, you have inspired
my little corrupt mind into protesting against religion, I
go to a catholic school.but I do what I can, when everyone
is praying I start to scream out strange obscenities and pretend
to be possessed by a demon.
are either a genius or insane possibly a mixture of both either
way I find your sense of humour most comical.
The part I admire most about you is how you have made people
think also how you engage in witty repartee.
By writing this letter to you I do not fear going to hell
mostly because I do not believe in it, I canıt say itıs not
there is no hell because that would make me as ignorant and
hypocritical as the other people who send you mailI forgot
I love you
it going. i would liek to say that i just happened to
stumble upon you page for the first time today and seriously,
it tickled my funny bone. thats how funny it was, that
it tickled an imaginary bone some much that i felt a
especially enjoyed the romantic confessions of a virgin
prude. though only being 19, i could relate to your
stories, except the strip club one, because i have never
been to one unfortunately. i never realized that playing
7-Up was a way to find out which girls had crushes on
you! dammit, i'm so stupid!.
also thorughly enjoyed the way you mock the church so. i luckily
wasn't forced into religion by my parents, but i still am
affected by the church everyday with my coworkers and such.
but that doesn't bother me. thats another topic entirely though.
anyway. down with the church!
i must say you are an awesome artist. i thoroughly enjoyed all
ps. i sent a pic of
me being a tough jock and a pic of my now defunct band playing
all in all your website has entertained me for hours
on end. that is definately a plus, except for the fact
taht you kept me away from playing dragon warrior on
NES for a while, though im about to get to it right
for the great site,
officially my teenage masturbation fantasy, among other
things... This is a lot coming from the virgin prude
known as Karly to some and "What the Hell are You?!"
to others. Your website is my bloody sanctuary, the
perfect late-night finisher to a bad, or a good day
for that matter. I
dress up Jesus at least once a week, am currently reading
through the hate mail, and, as a fellow aspiring(and
rather young) artist, *gush* over your artwork. In all
honesty, I would like to hunt you down and rape your
mind. You are the zenith of all skinny white guys with
exceptional style and fabulous hair and I would like
you to be my friend.
comes from a sixteen year old girl who is fixated on
all cult classics from the Rocky Horror Picture Show
to The Sound of Music. Life is not complete until you
meet a man in a skin-tight PVC neon yellow body suit
who calls himself "Ray, a drop of golden sun".
activities, living in the middle of suburbia, include
preparing for my role as Dr. Frank N. Furter at the
local theatre, teasing my hair to ungodly heights and
applying generous amounts of make-up that rival the
designs of my dear drag-queen darlings of Belmont &
Clark, being penalized for wearing a fetish maid's outfit
ganked from a thrift store to school, riverdancing on
the Krispy Kreme sign, walking down the highway in get-ups
that resemble costumes from The Pink Famingos, Priscilla,
or Hedwig and The Angry Inch, and both David Bowie and
Normal Bob worship. I know that I'm the only person
in my town who wears a pompador after the 80s. When
I die, I plan to leave you my nose, tongue and my right
leg. The rest goes to Bowie.
I still laugh
at the outrage of the god fearing hate-mailers. If Jesus
were alive, I think he'd have a sense of humor. He had
a real knack for the outlandish super-fabulous types(like
moi), and why not? Sex-symbol Jesus had a lot of love
to give, with the skimpy clothing and dying for entertainment.
His agony was gorgeous! Alright, I'm finished rambling,
just remember that I love you.
P.S.: I will send you a picture of the Normal Bob shrine
when it is finished.