For the first time ever, my talk at UCF actually had protestors. Here’s photographic evidence:
They were just lining the sidewalk at the entrance to the hall where I spoke, silently playing with their rosary beads. We invited them in, but none bothered — they quietly disappeared sometime around the time it started. We also had a couple of security guards sitting in the back of the room, whether to make sure the rowdy atheists didn’t do something evil or to protect us from the fierce horde of prayerful Catholics, I don’t know.
I’m flattered. Thank you, devout true believers of Florida — you made me feel so special.