So there I was
. . . out on my daily trudge though the town, happily passing the varied and numerous derelict buildings, when what did I spot?
Christian graffiti!
I bet if I’d written “Jesus was a slavery condoning twazzock whose father liked to dress up as a ghost and get 13-year-old girls pregnant” on that wall, it’d be frowned upon. Yet my message would be just as valid, not to mention just as historically verifiable.
Still, you’ve got to admire the stencilling. It’s a tidy job, if nothing else.
