Stupid people

Gah. So today was Braxious' first day of school Don't ask me what grade he's in, because I can never keep those straight. Any way I had the carpool duty. Verra volunteered me. Said it'd keep my mind off of ... other things. Turns out that crazy lady who's anti-Potter, anti-magic and pretty much anti-everything I am, kid is in the carpool. The woman came out to say hello when I picked up her kid. Wanted to know how I was. Which church I belonged to. If I had signed her pettition to get Harry Potter banned from the schools.

You should have seen her eyes bug out when I told her that I didn't belong to a church nor did I ever have any intention of joining one.

She wanted to know if I was Jewish.

I said no.

I didn't need my powers to know that she was thinking that I was some sort of heathen pagen. Which I am. And damn proud of it. I grew up with multiple gods and believe that I'm more right with them, than she is with hers. Of course... we actually have contact with our gods in my verse. Not that I coud say that. Nor could I say that I've met Harry Potter, and he's a very nice boy (even if he's in therapy alot) and he even gave me an autographed picture for Braxious which is hanging up on my boy's wall.

Don't want her to think I'm even loonier than I actually am. Or something like that.

Though I don't like the way she was looking at Braxious.

Her kid, Brendon, seemed nice enough. He doesn't seem to get out much. Mother shelters him some what I suppose. Looking around, protecting him from evil and what not. But he likes baseball, and so I soon had four boys in the car chatting baseball. Which is good. Kids should be allowed to be kids. They'll have enough problems later.

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I now own pamphlets. The nice crazy lady gave me pamphlets. I think I'll burn them as a sacrifice to my gods. That'd be Irony for you. She wanted to know if she could come over and talk to me about God. And how I needed Jesus in my life. After all how can I do good without him.

Now personally, I've never been much inclined to be doing "good" persay. I mean I do good occasionally, but that's if I wanted to. I don't need Jesus to help me with it. My own conscious, or lack there of, has always been enough for me.

She picks up Braxious tomorrow. Wonder what she'll think of the place. Not that I'm going to let her in, but she seems the type that'll try and come in.