So, if you'll remember from last week, I had some nut jobs renting my theatre. I'd love to link to their website so you can see more of the crazy, but for professionalism's sake, I don't want them to be able to track back to me. Sorry. Just trust me: them = crazy.

Here's more proof. In this video, the king nut job says that the Bible predicts SCUD missiles. I narrate within:



Like I said before, the guy had a freakin' cardboard cutout of himself in the lobby. He looked so fearsome and accusative I had to pose with him:







But aside from all the crazy books and DVDs, all the Oregonian hippies wearing prayer shawls, the "holistic healing" lady taking blood samples in the lobby, and the fact that they couldn't organize any two given letters alphabetically, the thing that sent me over the edge was the anti-Catholic crap. I've been dealing with quite enough anti-Catholic hatred in the blogosphere these days. See here and here. (Note, the two blogs previously linked are not anti-Catholic. Quite the opposite. But the commenters on the posts that I linked are haters.)

My theatre needs the money from renters... but people like that will probably not be welcomed back. I live in Waco. The last thing I need is a reputation for being a gathering place for the town's crazies.

Oh, crap. I just remembered that I've already agreed to rent the theatre to a guy next month who is showing a movie he produced about how O.J. is innocent.

Dammit.