(continuing with "D" titles)
So, not only is that a gag from the first chapter in my book, Post-Rapture Industries (working title), it is also what I said when I heard Jerry Falwell had passed from this side of the veil, who was an inspiration to write the book, but not in the good way. Fortunately for me, I still have Dobson and all the rest (including our homespun wacko, Ernest Angley). So, my personal constellation of inspirational thousand-points of light is now 999 points of light (yeah, turn it upside down, but still the Number of the Beast is 616, it was previously mistranslated because part of the text was missing). On the upside, there's a nice bar-b-que somewhere in the celestial cosmos, cause fat burns slowly and brightly and his brain was as choked in fat as his jowels, and I say that as a large man myself.
When I was in high-school, while others were writing rock music lyrics on their binders or who loved whom, I wrote, "Immoral Minority." Yeah, Jerry affected me even back then. So you'll excuse me as I round up the other munchkins and we engage in another round of a boisterous rendition of the aforementioned song.