Friday night was the baseball game promoting the Minnesota Atheists and American Atheists. The St. Paul Saints became the Mr. Paul Ain’ts for an evening of decent baseball (though the Ain’ts lost) and very silly promotions by the announcer. He joked about Kant. (Yes, really.) Sasquatch ran across the field between innings.
Friendly conversations were had while waiting for the bathroom. Kids had faces painted. Grilled cheese and pizza and hot dogs were eaten. Beer was consumed. The custom jerseys made for the game sold out.
It was generally a success. This apparently made some people unhappy. These were what we found on cars outside the game–only those on public property, of course.
Okay, so that one was in shade as well as being close to sunset.
That’s a little easier to see, if not to look at. Yay, torture porn…or something.
Nothing like a little imperial imagery in your religious tracts.
Or how about a little racism?
All the nastiness aside, I’m not sure why they thought a single tract would make a difference to people who are comfortably out in their atheism and used to dealing with aggressive religion. Or why we’d do anything but laugh when we opened them up.
Still, it was terribly sweet of them to think of us. Or something.