Verily I say unto thee Saint Satan that thou art a dark stenchfilled stain upon the fabric of Simons new threads. Go forth at once and scrub thy mouth afresh in the obsevations and deductions of Monks of letters and learning, hitch up thy trailer to the caravan of raptuous glorious fundamentalism and return here forthwith a better and more noble man.
Gospel according to UncleBishop of Bablebelt