I don't stuff circulars into YOUR mailbox, do I? You know, envelopes with weird, rambling invitations to superstition, ink pens and batteries -- that's right, a battery, perhaps implying that mine is dead, and only Jesus can start me moving again? Christianity as Energizer bunny? At least Sojourn's circular actually was pinned to the door, but the same goes out to them: Get off of my porch, and keep your waste paper to yourselves.
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