Anita Bryant is back!

There is nothing worse than a Jesus freak. I think the man who threw the pie in Anita Bryant's face deserves an award (even though I dislike pie throwing).

No, I'm not homosexual but I worked next to a religious "mouth" in an office for many months. She drove everyone up the wall.

I trained new employes black, white, red, brown and olive through dandruff, bad breath, athlete's foot and B.O. Trainees were needed quickly, so who did they give me as an assistant? Holy Mary!

I heard religion eight hours a day for three months even though I told her to stop. I explained that by trying to jam her religion down people's throats, she was driving them further away.

Finally I transferred her to a place where she worked alone (much to the gratitude of the entire office).

I am familiar with religious freaks. For many years my late husband and I attended a fundamental church, the kind to which Anita Bryant belongs.

After my husband died, the minister's wife, who was jealous of any widow, asked me why I attended church without a husband.

Many years later I was engaged to a wonderful man who lost a leg. I asked the minister to

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visit my friend in the hospital. He would not go to see him; he was too busy! My friend was so despondent he shot himself and died instantly.

That church never did anything nice for the aged or the less fortunate. They cry and shout and pray on their knees; ten minutes later some are out in the parking lot trying to "make out" with the widows. They say one thing and do another.

(And any woman who shouts to millions of people, "Praise God for sex!" has to have a loose screw! Thank you, Sir, for the pie. Anita deserved it.) Mrs. E.B./Mayfield Heights