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the frog people

many years ago the evangelists. the jesus freaks. started coming out to mardi gras in flocks. everywhere. and then they started harassing. bullhorns. shoving papers into your hand. coming up to you. sitting next to you. preaching. in your face. sometimes in a corner. nowhere to run. and the locals. there had always been evangelists. but not like this. brought in in busloads from states away. harassing. so the locals fought back. destroy our celebration will you. the frog people arose. in your face reaction. wherever evangelists broke out in large groups. the frog people would come. chase them away. their own campaign. frog is god. frog is love. hopolula. jesus died for your sins once, but frog croaks for you every day. they had their own literature. their own signs.

there are still frog people today. they no longer use such direct methods though. after all. they have a right to speak. but not to harass. not to ruin fun. so now. sometimes. when you see the freaks come out. occasionally. youll see a group of people playing music. drums. dancing. disrupting the freaks in a peaceful. indirect way. and occasionally. if you look closely. youll see a bit of green. a little frog.


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