Not good enough, Julius. You were never good enough. And good for you. Seems you got a taste of your own medicine. Filth, plarm and harm to humanity, all abolished. You are through with sin are you? Until tomorrow. Until again the beer, the booze, the wooze. You are not preaching hard enough, I'm trying to save your soul, from sadness, from unreligion, from filth, from satanic worship, from fatigue, from loss, from regret, from horror. To make known the best. To make happiness the sourcing. Go how you need to go. Remember, The Lord Watches <a href="Theworst.html">Now.</a>