That's right! It's me, still holding a sign as I continue my vigil for my grandson at the entrance of your mega-cult in South OC. My grandson, whom you arranged for me not to see anymore merely because I said, “Jesus was food for worms,” which he surely was if he, in fact, actually existed. Hopefully, my grandson will make a break for it someday and come out to reunite with me, as your pastor's atheist son came out to counsel with me before he went away. In the theme born out of the esoteric philosophies of the Buddha, Jesus (of the Gospel of Thomas) and Samuel Beckett: “Seek truth, not faith, as faith will surely invite calamity”—as it surely did in this case.
