Soon: Chapter 5: Frisco
As I began Chapter 5, I started to think that maybe I would be able to dispense with it in one post. Then I realized that, just like the guns, I will be much too fascinated with my loyal readers’ reactions to Jenkins’ Atheistopia’s San Francisco.
And, also as with the guns, it will undoubtedly be enlightening for me, as I have never been to the city.
Paul touches down at San Francisco International to meet his contact for the raid on the old lady’s house. This is as close as I’ve ever gotten to San Francisco:
Paul’s contact is an ex-Navy SEAL named Larry Coker (Rarely Rock). But we’ll get to him.
[Paul's] favorite city had grown from around seven hundred thousand people to more than a million during his lifetime alone.
The first thing Jenkins tells us about the cities Paul visits is their population. I personally can’t find myself caring all that much. It might be interesting if it had something to do with a population explosion after the war. But SF was not hit by that massive tidal wave. But Jenkins does tell us that certain landmarks were destroyed, so…it’s confusing.
He took a cab north on 101, which now ran seven lanes in both directions…
Oh, and we later learn that cars of the future regularly and safely travel at one hundred miles per hour. I’m serious.
The glass O-shaped Pacifica Life & Casualty Building was a marvel, and the side-by-side regional and municipal centers–one shaped like an infinity symbol and the other replicating an ankh–drew photographers from all over the world.
Remember, folks, even in Atheistopia, the only real religion is Real True Christianity. All the rest are just playing and pretty symbols.
More about Atheistopian San Francisco:
[Paul and Larry] took 101 south, and when they got near the rebuilt Fisherman’s Wharf, Coker began pointing out all the areas of interest, from the memorial to the destroyed Maritime Museum to the fully computerized interactive Fort Mason, and from the holographic Art Institute to the historic Cable Car barn.
To Paul, a city located between the Pacific Ocean on the west and San Francisco Bay on the east needed no promotion. It had once consisted of forty hills and now was made up of twenty.
Coker takes Paul to dinner at Smyrna’s Sole Emporium.
Paul was a steak man, but he enjoyed fish, especially in San Francisco.
Of course Paul is a steak man. All true-blue, all-United Seven States of American, tall, witty ladies’ men are, you know.
The thing about San Francisco is, I’m a bit surprised that it’s Paul’s favorite city, given its history of liberalism and gay activism. Then again, I figure Jenkins does not intend his RTC readership to share Paul’s adoration, as the city will be the location of Paul’s first acts of Christian persecution.
Oops. Hope I didn’t give anything away.