Anti-theism & Atheism

Yelling “There is No God” At Street Preachers.

The only anti-theistic praxis I’ve ever done

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I just got off from a yellow-rusted jeepney en route to a 10am law class when I heard a glimmer of a certain muffled voice speaking at a felt distance. Phoenix heat, shadeless walk, around us were no trees but you can find tiny persistent plants blooming from ruptured concrete. I can feel the frying sensation on my feet; cold sweat racing down my chest and thighs; and blustering horns of cars in counterflow. As I walked down the valley of scorching heat, I swooped through thick barbecue smoke to keep my Jo Malone’s on my stiff collar. Passing by, I saw my colleagues headed to grab brunch at the roadside karinderyas. Then I took a curved left.

I spot from afar a thin man in a bleach-white polo patterned with light blue pinstripes holding a microphone. And beside him, a woman in her late-teens, adorned by sunglasses and on her head, a handwoven straw hat. I couldn’t make out what she was holding. One could guess, that in front of her she’s holding a 3-foot tarpaulin with alarmist messages of His second coming. The usual John 14:6; a fearmongering verse from Revelation; backgrounded by a scriptural lake of fire. The heat and freshly-asphalted road dealt a hurtful sting. And scaremongering pedestrians on…