Jesus! You're swept up in the magic of the nearness of Jesus and free drinks, so you say to the professional-photographer-guy who's taking your photo with Jesus, "So, are you Christian? Or were you just hired to take pictures here?" You're thinking you and Jesus might have a new friend. But no! Professional-photographer-guy is a believer. He conveys this in a humble yet still somehow self-satisfied manner. Again, you've had a few drinks. "But what about the gays?" you say. "I believe Jesus loves and accepts everyone," Christian-professional-photographer-guy says. "So, then, you support gay rights, like gay marriage?" you say. "Oh, I'm really not educated about it enough to have an opinion," he says with vacant sincerity. "What the hell does that mean?" you say. "Denying gay people their rights is a political platform of your entire religious institution -- the institution that you've entrusted your soul to," you say. He says again that he believes Jesus loves and accepts everyone. You say again that it's his moral responsibility to develop a point of view about one of the current political tenets of his faith. "Oh," Christian-professional-photographer-guy says. "I just really haven't given it much thought." "MAYBE YOU SHOULD GIVE IT SOME MOTHERFUCKING THOUGHT," you suggest. You're rarely so combative, but his ignorance -- real or feigned -- makes you incensed. Christian-professional-photographer-guy remains empty-eyed as he offers more empty words. You're cursing freely; you're close to berating him. You realize there's no point. "There's no point to this," you say.