Jesus, please, protect my son. He leaves me tomorrow, he’s going to teach English in godless Paris, where they watch pornography in schools as part of their ‚biological‘ education and stage plays where Imams and Rabbis rape the Christmas tree. I heard that in my son’s school the children are supposed to count aloud in the maths class and each time they reach the number seven or any number containing the digit seven, they have to say „Poison!“ A poster depicting the Pope in the classroom has an attachable string which, when pulled, causes a burst condom, a dollar sign and two guns to emerge. Jesus, take care of my son and bring him back pure and straight and with two bottles of duty free Absinthe for his sorrowful mother. Amen.