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The Rodney Dream

September 27, 2008 Normal Bob

I’d like to introduce you to Rebekah. A while back she sent me letters explaining how bothered she was about the things I’d done and said about Jesus. After a full back & forth (The Rebekah Knight Files) where I compared Jesus to a clay skull worshiped blindly by cults, I received another correspondence from her where she described a dream she’d just had about me, and Jesus, and God. Being the snarky cartoonist that I am, I could not help but illustrate that dream for her. This is how all of that went.

Hi Bob,
I wonder if you remember me, I am one of the people in your so called ‘hate mail’ section. (although there was no hate in me in my correspondence to you) ;0)

I wrote to you quite some time ago, and we had a few conversations. I felt then that God had spoken to me that you would have a saul experience, where by God came and showed himself to Saul, (who was at the time a man who persecuted christians) Made Saul blind for three days, and when he was restored, he was told to go and preach the gospel of Christ. He was renamed Paul.
Recently someone wrote to me and reminded me of our conversations, I often think of you from time to time, This morning I was in a spiritual vision with Jesus and he showed me you. For some reason he named you Rodney, which comes from the word Hroda, a Germanic name meaning “fame”.

The Dream

You were dressed as Satan with red face paint on and horns and you stood before Jesus feeling a little silly, as he gently washed off the paint. He was very kind and gentle with you. Then he started to do a work on you, I saw him replace your heart and breathe new life into you.

He kept pounding you with waves of his power, 3 times, he got you to stand but you fell, again he lifted you, but you fell, then he shouted into your inner most being “ARISE!!!! I AM ALIVE!!!!!!” it was as if all power in heaven and earth shook when he shouted those words.

You arose, strong and tall then you flopped into a throne like chair.

Jesus walked over to a skull that was placed on a rock, he brought it to you, he put it in your face and said to you, “I am not this, am I?”

You shook your head. “This”, he said throwing the skull down, “is YOU!” At these words the skull crumbled and turned to dust.

…at which he said “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust… I am not dead am I? I am very much alive!”

You sat in silence as he spoke. You knew the truth of which he spoke, but your pride did not want to acknowledge the truth.. You said to him, “But what about my powers? What about my Fame? I cant just let go of all that!”

O.K” said Jesus in reply, then he threw you on the floor… you appeared to be having a fight.

I stood in shock as I had not seen this side of Jesus before, I asked Jesus what he was doing to you? Why were you fighting?

He replied, “His heart is far from me…” With these words a cross appeared on the floor and God himself came and lay you on it… He had tied your hands and your feet and he drew his arms as if to strike you, you cried out, O.K!

With that Jesus stood between you and God and prevented the judgement of God from killing you, (Jesus has taken your place on that cross) Only if we believe in him, that he is the son of God, that he died and rose again, will we be saved.

I then saw a reluctant you, lie down and then something happened, you went back in time as you just lay, to a time as a little boy…. Jesus was by your side and he was in the chair next to your bed, he was watching over you as a little boy and you felt safe, he leaned forward, filled with paternal love for you and kissed your cheek.

At this you reached out your hand and hugged him, he embraced you and I saw you become one in love, like a loving parent and child.
I believe that Jesus still wants and is constantly trying to get your attention, he is a loving God, and will stop at nothing to regain you as his child. Your heart has grown cold and hardened toward his love, but he will eventually seek you and find you. I believe this with all my heart.

Hope this letter finds you well, Love and blessings. Rebekah. myspace.com/ beddyboodles
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The next day after viewing my illustrations I heard back from Rebekah:

“I love it!! funny how you seemed to capture it so well..same perspective as I saw it almost every time!
much love
xxxxxRebekah Knight”

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Hate mail, from Peepers!

June 22, 2008 Normal Bob 3 Comments

This week’s hate mail is dedicated to the peepers and peeper defenders, and accusers who seem to just hate me! Never fear. There’ll be more Christian hate mail on the next pages, but for now a refreshing dose of Peeper hate mail!

I make contact with a Peeper!!

So it finally happened! The unbelievable has come true, and I didn’t waste the opportunity to say what had to be said. On Sunday the 6th of July the same peeper who approached me a week earlier sat down, shook my hand and started a conversation with yours truly!

“No, but you see, this is what I do! I take pictures of peepers, which is what you are. Aren’t you? You like to stand and stare up girls’ skirts at their panties, right?”

The Bravest Peeper sat down next to me on the steps with his squinty, fake-confidence smile and attempted to come off as a someone not to reckon with, but willing to reason this thing out with me. Let me say that I was so excited when he sat down! And I let him start the discussion, which he did.

“I.. want you to… no post my picture on the internets…”

Now mind you, when he spoke it was quiet, always with that nervous smile, exactly like a weakling pretending to be a threat.

“I want you to not take my pictures no more… to not post me… and what I do…. and you don’t post… ok?”

My enthusiastic response was, “No, but you see, this is what I do! I take pictures of peepers, which is what you are. Aren’t you? You like to stand and stare up girls’ skirts at their panties, right?”

It was so obvious that he was completely overwhelmed by my willingness to take part in an extensive discussion on the topic. I’m sure more than 50% of what I said was completely over his head, but he definitely knew where I was coming from.

“The girls…. they like to be…” and he’d motion at his own crotch insinuating that what they did was on purpose. “They like it. heh heh”

There were two girls sitting on the other side of me listening in , and I was making it easy for them to do so by speaking loudly to him and using complete sentences that included his own words and point of view.

“So you think girls like being peeped? Like even when they’re pushing their skirt between their legs and then getting up and leaving the park? You think the girls are turned on by your creep stare?” And the girls next to me shouted “Oh no we don’t!”

One of his general responses was a simple shrug of the shoulders and half smile.

Another interesting thing that happened is one of the baby scenesters saw what was going on and ran over and brought two girl baby scenesters over to witness what was happening. They sat down too, and pretty soon there was a tiny audience there watching this priceless exchange.

Bravest Peeper also suggested to me as he did in our previous exchange that “maybe… you enjoy taking pictures of boys at the park” motioning his arm around and giggling a little like he had me, and the accusation was his trump card.

“maybe… you enjoy taking pictures of boys at the park”

“Haha! So you think someone’s gotta be gay if they’re not spending all their free time at the park staring up skirts for 20, 30, 40 minutes at a time?”

He shrugged with that smile again.

“Oh, I have a question! Had you ever thought that maybe guys who don’t rape girls against their will might also be homosexuals?” I looked around the park suspiciously at all the closeted gays.

He shrugged with a smile again, and the girls next to me were riveted.

He also said to me “iss my problem if I get caught, or if police catch me… thas my pro-blem.. not yourss.. not yourss business…”

“Oh, I don’t think you’ll get arrested. It’s not against the law what you’re doing!” I stated all this quite loudly. “What you’re doing, peeping up girls’ skirts at the park, isn’t illegal. What you’re doing is just deviant behavior, and it’s societles responsibility to manage you people. And that’s where I come in!”

I knew he was barely following anything I was saying, but he definitely understood that I was gonna be a complete jackass about this situation, and his hopes and dreams of free peeping were slowly being pulled out from under him.

He held out his had to stop me and said again “I wants you to stop taking my pictures… thas all. Just stop…Okays?”

I sat there and seriously tried to picture me stopping. I replied “I have to be honest. I do not see me stopping taking pictures of you peepers in the park at all. In fact, I think the only hope you have of getting me to stop is coming up to me one of these days, putting up your fists” I gave him a visual of what I was speaking of by putting up my fists much like those old vintage boxers posed with their arms at right angles putting up their dukes, “and saying to me ‘You’re still putting my pictures on the internets, now I’m gonna fight you.’ and fighting me to see he wins, and then seeing what happens from there. I think that’s your only hope to keep me from what I’m doing here with you peepers. You know?”

Then I started calling over people who were strolling by and poling them on whether or not they thought girls like being peeped, while pointing out that he was a peeper and thought it was something girls get off .. a while of my smart-alekness and gathering a crowd around to partake in the discussion he finally just got up, said “goodbye” and walked quickly away.

Twice since then when I’ve come to Union Square he’s turned and left the park immediately.

And that’s how it went down.

Fun huh??)

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I make contact with a Peeper!!

June 22, 2008 Normal Bob

“I.. want you to… no post my picture on the internets…”

Creepy man squinting — Peeper who confronted me at Union Square

“I.. want you to… no post my picture on the internets…”

Now mind you, when he spoke it was quiet, always with that nervous smile, exactly like a weakling pretending to be a threat.

“I want you to not take my pictures no more… to not post me… and what I do…. and you don’t post… ok?”

“The girls…. they like to be…” and he’d motion at his own crotch insinuating that what they did was on purpose. “They like it. heh heh”

One of his general responses was a simple shrug of the shoulders and half smile.

“Haha! So you think someone’s gotta be gay if they’re not spending all their free time at the park staring up skirts for 20, 30, 40 minutes at a time?”

He shrugged with that smile again.

“Oh, I have a question! Had you ever thought that maybe guys who don’t rape girls against their will might also be homosexuals?” I looked around the park suspiciously at all the closeted gays.

He shrugged with a smile again, and the girls next to me were riveted.

He also said to me “iss my problem if I get caught, or if police catch me… thas my pro-blem.. not yourss.. not yourss business…”

He held out his had to stop me and said again “I wants you to stop taking my pictures… thas all. Just stop…Okays?”

Twice since then when I’ve come to Union Square he’s turned and left the park immediately.

And that’s how it went down.

Fun huh??

Amazing Strangers, Blog

The No-Name Orangutan

June 22, 2008 Normal Bob

So yesterday I had the most delightful day out with my girlie. First we went to the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island and hung out with our friend Colyn at the ocean in the sun and shade. Then after a ride through the haunted house, a walk past the freak show, some horrible pizza and all the island’s oddities Bobby (yes, that’s her name) and I took the train back to midtown and got some decent pizza and hung at Union Square, and what a fuckin’ day it was at the Square yesterday!

There were Peepers, and Gravers and baby scenesters, and the Garbage King, and Ram and everyone who comes to the park to entertain me and my darling.

But by far the highlight of the visit for me was when one of the Gravers whom I am quite familiar with from over the past 6 years finally, after many threats and promises to Skater Bob, got the nerve to confront me about his photograph on my site (Amazing Strangers pg 62 “The Evil Twin of Spring Love.”)

Ever since I first found out this particular Graver has been going up to Skater Bob and telling him he doesn’t know if he wants to shake my hand or punch me in the face and he’s got 15 guys who are after me, I have been referring to him as the Orangutan, because he looks like a fucking Orangutan! And the Orangutan has a long history of making a spectacle of himself around town.

Anyhow, the long overdue meeting happened yesterday evening and it was priceless. He started off saying “hey Bob, you don’t know me, but I’m on your site and I wanted to tell you a couple things,” or something to that effect. (if anyone who was there cares to remind me how this all went down your recollections are welcome, ie Bobby, Richie Rich, Trash & Vaudeville graver, Orangutan, whoever).

I said hello to him and asked him his name to which he replied, “I don’t want you to know my name,” then he said to me “you have a couple pictures of me on your site and I am going to ask you to remove them. I’m in a band and I can’t have pictures like that out there.”

To which I replied, “First of all, if you’re gonna come to Union Square and make a spectacle of yourself you better expect to be made a spectacle of.”

Then he said, “I have a question for you. Do you even know where the word Graver comes from?!”

Jesus Christ! Do I know where the word Graver comes from??

“Yes I do. It’s a goth raver.”

“Okay, so maybe you know that…”

“I know all about you guys, from back when you were the Order of the Dragon gang at the Cube…”

“Yeah, I know. You’ve been around since The Cube. We weren’t a gang. It was a group of us that…”

“But I read what was written on that electrical box and you were a gang! Okay, you were a club.”

“We weren’t a gang, or a club, it was some of us who…”

“You sounded like a gang to me picking a fight with the ravers. I’ll tell you one thing, I’ll believe that electrical box before I believe you! And now you’re all in the Union Square FightClub! I read it in the paper!”

“We’re not fight club! We never called ourselves that!”

“But I saw it right there in the papers! UNION SQUARE FIGHT CLUB it said!”

“It’s not a fight club!”

“Yeah, I know. And the Order of the Dragon isn’t a gang and you’re not a graver and fight club isn’t fight club.”

So that went on for a bit, me trying to confuse the matter and such. He preceded to tell me how he’d talked to Skater Bob about he didn’t know whether to… “Yeah yeah, I know. ‘Shake my hand or punch me in the face.’ Bob’s kept me up-to-date with all the messages you told him to tell me.”

My gf, Bobby, started to get a little riled by his empty threat to maybe one day punch me and pretty much was ready to kick his ass herself. Then he told me to remove his pictures off the site again, and that’s when I felt the need to lecture him.

“Listen. You cannot expect to come out to the park like this and make a spectacle of yourself with your Fightclubbing and Order of the Dragon gangs, and not have a sense of humor enough about yourself to get your balls busted. “

“I do have a sense of humor about myself but…”

“Not if you’re telling me to take down a picture I took of you.”

“Well, I also need to have it taken down because I’m in a band and they reserve the rights to my pictures.”

“And your label might sue me if I keep the picture posted?”

“Suing you would be unnecessary…”

“Oh, c.mon.”

“And just so you know we’re putting a YouTube video about you on the internet to see how you like it!”

“Haha! I love it! I would love if you did that!”

“What do you do anyhow? Sit and take picture at the park all day?”

“You think I wouldn’t adore having you guys go through the trouble of making a video of me? And just so you know I also sell Jesus magnets on the internet,” I said quite cockily.

So finally, after he saw I wasn’t gonna stop with the lectures about him not being able to take a ball busting, he reached out to shake my hand and said, “So I’m gonna do what I said I was gonna do. Shake your hand and say “Fuck You,” and he walked away.

And I said. “You better get a sense of humor about yourself. I’m not gonna ask you to take your ‘fuck you’ back. I don’t care!”

And he was gone.

It was neat.