For the love of God... Part 3

My door must now been tainted with this unwanted vulgarity:

For the love of God... Part 2

What part of "Fuck Off" eludes the oh-so keen powers of perception of the religious nut/fanatic/lunatic? You know, religious insight "God told me/I had a vision" and other such ludicrous what- not. Traveling ‘religious salesman’ should all be crucified very, very publicly. I’m talkin’ weeks of public telecast, newspaper advertisement, fliers dropped from airplanes for shit-sakes. No-holds barred. If you come to my door, if you ambush me in a parking lot, at a grocery store, etc.; horrible screaming public humiliating death.

To be fair I believe this intolerance policy should be blanketed across the board to include the encyclopedia/magazine/vacuum cleaner /etc. peddlers that plague front doors and telephones across America; I just personally loathe the religion pushers most.

If you can’t call me on my cell phone, AND I don’t recognize your number/listed name as someone I want to socialize with in any way, GO AWAY.

Junk mail, *yech* despise it as much as the rest of ya; but, no harm no fowl. I can peaceably decide, on my own, whether or not I so choose to come to you and examine your various offered goods/products/philosophies -whatever.

We are already constantly bombarded by advertising; it’s everywhere we are at all times, we shouldn’t have to bear the weight of the in your face battering by the desperate product pusher who apparently aren't able to cut it through other available media.

Bottom line, leave me the hell alone. Please? Pretty please, with sugar on top? Screaming public humiliating death is bad ok, not good, so let’s not go there. Thanks – fuckheads.

Mr. H.A.N.D
(Have a Nice Day)

For the love of God... Part 1

Apparently, emblazoned across my front door, this was inadequate: