Tryin'a get a little insurance against maybe sometime encountering a Quisitor of the likes of Vorbis eh?

(Yup, in midstream of Small Gods. Terry's Got permanently whatever poor old Geo Carlin may have fumbled away as the neurons became Ronnieated :(

Alas though.. I fear that Our Raptorette just may lack sufficient TrueBeliever genes to manage to create her own catechism - makes too much sense about her own priorities.. to morph easily into Iconhood. :(

Oh well; maybe a 24-hr. drip of Owsley into the veins of a placebo like, say Wlliam Kristol? could just slightly-transform his Certainties ---> Beneficence Towards All Living Things (Remember what they say about those who got a 0 on the Religious Orientation test: ripe for Conversion!)

Gotta settle for Pygmalion..


Ashton,
there's a World of difference between mold and mould..
(Not to mention moult and mulch)