Thursday, January 19, 2012

#Occupy God Street

It seems a general rule of thumb around here that, the more legitimate the religious celebration, the quieter that celebration tends to be.  Christmas and Easter, for example - the Superbowl and World Series of Jesusness - come and go with nary a single early-morning firework.  (We don't consider midnight to be early morning.)  But a complete piece of bullshit like the pilgrimage to San Juan de los Lagos - an annual trek undertaken in honor of the fact that some sick kid got well like 400 friggin' years ago - something like this comes with multiple mornings of pre-dawn fireworks and megaphonically-enhanced warbling, and several days in which hundreds of marginally-literate God-botherers camp out in the plaza up the street, with their religious idols on display like some annoyingly pious comicbook convention.

Commandment #1: "I am the Lord your God. You shall have no other gods before me. You shall not make for yourselves an idol, nor any image...you shall not bow yourself down to them, nor serve them, for I am a jealous God." Just sayin'.


And then, when morning comes, it's party time! We've been complaining about this annually, going back about five years now, and we'll probably do the same next year. We can keep it up as long as they can.



When not annoying the holy living fuck out of the people who live here, they hang out in their tent city singing Jesus songs. And it occurs to us that everything your drunken wingnut uncle said about the "Occupy Wall St." crowd actually applies here. They live on hand-outs, panhandle for change during the day, consider personal hygiene an afterthought and lack a coherent message.



Case in point, this morning's wake-up song to the neighborhood, in which they wandered the street with a loudspeaker beseeching us all to pray for them. Dudes, you're fucking pilgrims! All you do is pray! If you need us to get out of bed at 5 o'clock in the fucking morning to pray for you, maybe that's a sign God's not really paying any attention to you.

Bums? Layabouts? Unemployed parasites? Here's just a couple of random shots of pilgrims kicking back in the middle of the day, exhausted from a long morning of waking up every hardworking person in a three-mile radius.




This is the problem with Mexico - police corruption everywhere, but never a pepper spray-wielding cop when you need one.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You're not as hip as you think you are.