I have given serious thought to pounding more than one “biblethumper” straight into the ground. I once looked up four meters above my left shoulder and there was the Archangel Michael. He was grinning a hard grin. He had just dropped a piano right on top of my head. His grin said, “You think this situation is bad. I can make it much worse.” and he just kept grinning and things did get worse. So if you ever see the Archangel Michael grinning at you, it ain’t a welcome sight. (And frankly the “I am God” avatar and schtick is just too precious and too lame. The Archangel Michael would just grin and never give him the time of day. Real satire has a deep, hard bite. Come back and write more “I am God” after you learn how to use a Marine Corps K-Bar both physically and metaphorically. ) I served with two biblethumpers in the “Suck” and one of them is oblivious to how close he came to the River Styx. I ain’t goin’ to no “biblethumper” Paradise. The Greek’s Underworld is the best I can hope for. At least I will never have to see or hear that tedious Simon Peter.