Don’t they know how crazy it looks?
Are they crazy? Maybe not. Maybe crazy street preaching is totally respectable and I’m just too ignorant to appreciate. Maybe these guys are top-notch philanthropists whose frustration with the oblivious mass is, unfortunately, mistook for belligerence.
Probably not. But maybe. I could try sitting down with one of these street savvy saviors for a seasonal cup of jav- in the spirit of proactive inquiry, but, at the same time, I’d rather not risk the chance of being rude. Wouldn’t it be impolite, perhaps even blasphemous, for me to step in and interrupt? If, in fact, he is the real deal, would not my indiscretion utterly damn me to an eternity of hell? I don’t know. I suspect not, but still, I don’t know.
