Thursday, May 16, 2024

(No) Sympathy for the Devil

I went to see the Rolling Stones here in Seattle last night, crossing an item off my bucket list, because after all, Keith Richards might live forever, but I won't.

As I neared the security line, I heard a voice wafting over those making their way into the stadium. Then I saw a few men holding up signs while their leader intoned about going to hell. Automatically, I barred them from my mind and sight.

Some Stones fans might not have known what to make of Christian zealots staking out the concert. Me, I was surprised at how quickly I recognized and dismissed them. Now I realize that decades of going to Prides has given me a leg up on spotting Christian "love" in action.

I'm 60 years old, and have just discovered that I have a spidey sense.

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