Frog Blog

the other night i was waiting for the bus to town to meet some friends for a movie. four young men dressed very nicely in sweaters and ties and button down shirts and slacks were also waiting for the bus. they were joking around with each other and i quickly realized they were speaking in english. so i started to listen.

once on the bus, i proceeded to hear the most foul, racist shit come out of their mouths. they were laughing at terrible, horrible racist comments-- things i don't care to repeat or even remember. it made me sick to my stomach, especially when i noticed they each had nametags inscribed with "elder john" or "elder jim" or "elder butthead."

ah ha, mormons.

so what i witnessed was actually the true colors of these mormon assholes-- they assumed that no one on this little city bus in reims, france, would speak english, so they laughed and hooted at will thinking that no one could understand a word they said.

i didn't say anything. i thought about it-- but aside from how cool it would be to see their shocked faces after i called them racist pigshits in english, i don't think anything i could have said would have changed their minds.

i felt like i was in some sort of time warp-- had we stepped back into the 1950s again? you're "children of god" and "spreading the word of jesus" and you're RACIST? wha?

i saw them again today while waiting for a different bus home. they didn't stop but i've decided if i ever have to share an enclosed space with them again, i'm going to say something.