I was in the grocery store this morning rather early. The guy in front of me, who appeared to be in his early 50s, did not have much to buy. It looked like he was getting ready for a day of football. He had a couple bags of chips, hot dogs and buns, and a 12-pack of beer. But this being Sunday in Mississippi, he would not be leaving with the beer.
I found myself feeling sorry for this man. Even though it has been several years since I bought alcoholic beverages, I remember well the annoyance he experienced when the cashier informed him that she could not sell it to him. "But its Sunday," she said. Right, he probably thought to himself. That's why I'm in here stocking up before the game. He didn't seem to understand. "I can't sell it to you because its Sunday."
The fact that an overwhelming majority of Mississippians think that a probably mythical figure is their "savior" prevents this man from exercising what seems like a fairly basic freedom. It does not matter that he lives in the United States, a country many insist on describing as "free" or even that he lives in a state where conservative politicians constantly rail against "big government." All that matters is that a sufficient number of Jesus freaks don't want him buying what he wants on the day they have decided to call "holy."
I vividly remember the first time I tried to buy beer on a Sunday after moving to Mississippi. Much like this man seemed to be, I stocking up for a game later that day. And like him, I had some questions for the cashier. Unlike him, I remember losing my temper and asking, "Are you fucking serious?" Evidently, they are.
I've suggested before that abolishing the ridiculous "blue laws" that are still enforced in our state would be an economic boon. In addition to that, there is something intolerable about being told what one can and cannot buy based on the arbitrary decisions of religiously deluded morons, even if they do happen to be the majority.
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