Yes, amazing how one simple comment about the beautiful scenery can provoke all of this nonsense, all of these carnal Southern Baptists threatening to kill me as if. As if. As if the thought of that had ever crossed my mind of killing someone over that. And as was said earlier, if I do not cooperate with my people to help solve this problem of definitions, and to break off the yoke of the Baptist powermongers, then help will come from somewhere else and the Baptist powermongers can now occupy the cave that they were preparing for the Pentecostals. So that is more how I see that. Sort of.