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Knights of the Neon Jesus

How glorious it must be to carry the sword of righteousness against the infidels, to pledge one’s very soul to protection of the multicellular innocent against the legions of the Devil, riding out under the sigil of the Neon Jesus, from the white-wood sanctuaries of the absolute Word-of-God Truth, to bring the city wombs prostrate in felony before the wrath of the local DA to answer for hubris in claiming dominion over what lies beneath in the very center of their selves.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.