I'll be running for chief in my tribe lads. I want you to be around me if I get in there. All of my close relatives said they wouldn't vote for me. Never could count on them anyways.
Do you believe in me lads?
I got a solid plan to get a casino for my tribe. Let the sinners come to my casino. I want you to be mindful of this quote:
And whoever shall cause one of these little ones that believe in me, to fall into sin, it is better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were cast into the sea.
Jesus said that. I'll be puking my guts out on the grass tomorrow. Never could get much sleep before a battle.
It's very easy to deconstruct idealistic premises as nothing but delusions. And they possibly are.