I'm using light manipulation on cherubic entities just to see if the pain makes me nut. I am not welcome in any holy places. If I get within ten feet of the Seventh Day Stilt, I turn to dust. My clones hate my guts but they still hit Ubernostrum with me.

I just feel like this was probably important context that takes the story from being what everyone assume is satire to an actual attack on the ability for roughly 1/5th of the population of the USA to adequately engage with politics.

You know, something kinda serious and scary? not fun????