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			Irresistibly compelled to agree with his every statement, you soon find that arguing in support of him on the Cellar is no longer satiation enough.  Taking to the streets with alliterative picket signs to the tune of: 
 
Urbane Guerrilla 
             = 
Ultra Groovy 
 
and 
 
Urbane  
 Guerrilla  
   ++ is ++ 
    UR 
      God 
 
 
you soon find yourself ridiculed & generally unable to hold down a job, destined for the lonely, malnourished life of a local Jesus-man; one who, alas, does not even have the comradarie of a recognizable religion. 
 
I someone would do the dishes.
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
		
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