Ausgezeichnet, even!
Mr angerist needs to lose his job, tout de suite.
I got so sick of being hassled by god-botherers I made my own sign, and put it above the doorbell. “God/dess is not so trivial s/he can be sold door to door - don’t even ring the bell.” It worked, except for one dumb fuck who rang anyway. I stood by the (closed) front door and irritatedly inquired, “Can you read?” He said he could. I said, “Well?!” and away he went.
Long before I got the idea for the sign, some damn god-botherer woke me at 8AM on a Sunday. I was furious and very hung over - I’d had a quite mad and V late Saturday night with friends. I stumbled downstairs, flung open the doors, and balefully looked the fucker in the eye. My hair was dyed black and very spiky, and I’d done a lousy job of washing off the weird black eye makeup before bed. If you could have seen his face! I angrily but quietly lied that I was a black magician, and would cast a death spell on him if he didn’t immediately leave my property. He hurriedly did so. The god-botherers gave us a miss for more than a year after that encounter.
It’s absurd that folks on here are insisting on 1st Amendment rights re: doorbell ringers!
Milennials won’t even go near the door unless they’re expecting someone, so they’re killing off all the door to door “industries” as well as everything else they’re supposedly destroying. Bless them.
Good maps of Jamaica feature the phrase, “Mi no sen,’ you no come,” in the Maroons’ area of the Cockpit Country. Uninvited visitors are still viewed with suspicion.
