You'll have to excuse the grainy picture, when I saw this particular piece of comedic gold in the Ikea parking lot in Toronto, the only camera I had available to me was Amanda's picture phone.
Allow me to retype the text on the van in case you can't read it:
The Da Vinci code is evil fiction. It is a delusional fantasy.
Comedic gold I say.
You see, the humour in all of this is that the DaVinci code is nothing more than a fictional story written by an author who thought it would be fun to take some real organisations, paintings, and rituals, and put a fictional spin on them, if for no other reason, than to entertain, and to spark dialogue.
Regardless of this, there seems to be a healthy collection of christian fundamentalists, who I will herein refer to as 'morons' for easier typing, who think the book is a huge piece of heretic garbage, and Dan Brown is going to go to hell and burn for his evil evil sins.
If Jesus does in fact exist as some all-power being who is the son of God, I can't help but think that he's got at least a little bit of humility.
These people aren't on par with terrorists, but they're in the same league: they're hellbent on changing the way you live your life, and the way you think all to fit some ideal that they've had indoctrinated into their feeble minds.
If terrorists would believe what they believe in and leave everyone else alone, loudmouthed religious zealots would stop trying to control everything on TV and in music, and stopped blaming the faults in society on a 'lack of religion', 'missionaries' would stop knocking on everyone's fucking door, and everyone would just live and let live, the world would be a better place.
The Da Vinci code is nothing more than a fictional piece of literature written by someone with some fun ideas in his head, from which you can choose to take what you want, and leave what you want, but should not try and live by, or treat as the gospel and/or basis upon which you make your beliefs or live your life.
Kind of like the bible.