Well, my life just took a turn for the worse.
I live in a **************** little house on about an acre right off a major highway. I liked the place and rented it for two reasons.
First, it's close to work. I'm pretty **** about not havign to drive far to get to work. If I'm driving more than 10 minutes each way, I feel like something is wrong.
Second, it's fairly secluded. I have nothing but scrub woods on the west and north sides. The east side faces highway. The south side has a tiny little cinder block building that has been painted and fixed up as a church. 'the holy shield of evangelical light' or some crap like that.
I never minded the little 'church.' Damn thing doesn't look big enough to hold 20 people standing up. They're down close to the road and I'm set back away from the road. I never bothered them, they never bothered me.
Until this week. These people set up a tent and have been holding some sort of a revival or some **** every night this week. The **** has gone on every night this week til after midnight. Whooping, hollering, clapping. No music, but plenty of singing (if you want to call THAT singing). Pretty loud, considering that I can hear it inside my house 60 yards away, over the TV and the normal 'house noises' (AC, water heater, fridge, electric hums, etc.).
I wouldn't mind all that so much if I didn't have to get up around 4:30 every morning to go to work. You can be an idiot all you like, so long as you don't disturb me.
Well, tonight it all came to an end. After 5 nights of me calling doom upon the heads of all snake-handling, holy-rolling, inbred, hick-***, tongue-speaking, loud-*** religious nuts....
their church caught on fire.
About 15 minutes ago, I heard all the cacaphony change tones. And my dogs started raising hell. When I went outside to look, smoke was just rolling out of the place. I called 911 for them and afterwards I came back inside because I could feel the grin starting to break through. God hates noisy ******* too.