Mardi Gras
About 15 years ago, I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Absolutely the best fucking time; lots of booze, women flashing, interesting music, tremendous variety of people -- all-in-all a fantastic trip.

Really only one downside. The asshole Samoan with the huge banner who stood behind us at one of the parades, shouting:

Jesus!
Jesus!
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

Jesus!
Jesus!
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

Jesus!
Jesus!
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

For hours. And hours. Over and over again, with the same sing-song rythym. Impressive, if inane.

I can still hear him to this day. Which fact makes me hate and revile religious fanatics even more.

So, result, I guess.
(danalan Pretty good, for an amateur., Tue 24 Mar 2009, 0:59, 2 replies)

Funny..
That's all I could say when I walked down Bourbon St. last September. After listening to Sting and reading Anne Rice you'd think the place was something special : It's actually just as seedy as Soho or Große Freiheit, but with nicer architecture.
( Stevedix http://www.stevedix.de/blog, Tue 24 Mar 2009, 15:42, closed)

Not strictly God, but...
...the Hare Krishnas always get me. Chanting away rythmically. Ching ching ching. Hare hare, Krishna Krishna. Hare Krishna. Lather rinse repeat.

After a while, I guess it must just turn into a noise. I can't speak for them, but after half an hour of that I'd achieve a lower consciousness, not a higher one.
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Tue 24 Mar 2009, 18:14, closed)