Poor Man:

So I was in the Chipotle the other day, as is my lunchtime custom, preparing to order my half a chicken fajita burrito. And there were two teenagers in front of me a little way, with matching black oversized tee-shirts, baggy black combat shorts and orthopedic boots. The tee-shirts were from some devil rock band of recent vintage, and they had gothic upside-down crosses on them, and a gothic-font legend which read "I vomit remains at Christian filth." I don't know what band it was, and the phrase appears no where on Google, except here, I guess. And I'm standing in line with my friend, who is really quite extraordinarily Christian, and we're both sort of pretending we aren't trying to read what the tee-shirts say, and it's very awkward. And then I spend the next few minutes trying to figure out what that mysterious phrase could possibly mean. Remains? Human remains? Whose remains? If you eat human remains, why are you on line with me at Chipotle? And then I start staring at the steaming bucket of carnitas, and start feeling a bit queasy, and by the time we sit down to eat my appetite is gone.

He goes on to question society's tolerance of anti-Christian paraphinalia. It's an odd thing, but I can't muster as much anger as I would if it had been directed at Muslims or whatnot. Of course, unlike Andrew, I wasn't put in such an uncomfortable position because of it.

As the commenters point out, it's likely simply the oh-so-serious social critique of a bored kid whose dissatisfaction with his fascistic curfew gets aimed at society-at-large, specifically Christian. The same sort of thing can be seen in anti-American "statements" that are devoid of any thoughtful critique. Since 9-11 (and before, probably) Christianity proves an easier target than does our nation.

I suppose that the reason I can't muster much outrage is that pro-Christianity symbols are pretty much everywhere. For every bumper sticker that says "Christianity Preys On Children" there's ten that say "Jesus Saves" and for every Darwinian fish with legs there's three of the genuine article.

It's hard, and even feels a bit unfair, to get all huffy about someone so proudly in the minority.

On a side note, though, anyone who goes to a fantasy/sci-fi/anime/comics convention ought to take the time to check out the stand selling bumper stickers (if there is one). Every year at A-kon, I spend an hour or two just walking around the parking lot looking at all the funny, punny, and interesting bumper decorations.