Dear Gawd, the tribulations you submit our Rapaire to -- we beg you to let them cease. We pray you not to send him Your messages carried by flea-bitten shell-shocked alky fanatic street folks, and let him hear Your words from the many wise books and well-behaved people around him instead. Thank You.

Your Friends on the MOAB

PS And please make them lawyers next door come late to wurk tomorrow.

YFOTM