Verily I say unto thee, my son
Thine is a mere venal sin which may be atoned: dast not move it very far or very often, or Ever! -- to the 7-11 for a Big G{ulp..} and a Lottery ticket. This be thy penance.
Alas, for a Honda having selected thee [if it be made in Japan?] thine is such sin as shall runneth-over a number of years -- yet may be rendered moot by events unfolding. As The Gooder Book advises,
In a storm of violently flung bullshit, even an expensive steel cage is preferable to a proper Repug-style cloth coat
Go now (but sparingly) and keepeth this monstrous creation from leaving ruts in My green fields and tundras; aimeth thine albatross within the scriptured dinosaur tracks provided by Mammon.
I Who Be.
As to thine instigator,
Get thee to a nunnery! o besmirched daughter of priapic Chic-worship.
