I was minding mine business and then THIS happened — By the sainted left buttock of St. Wilgefortis… THEY DARE TO QUESTION THE GREAT AND GLORIOUS ONE! A crown of thorns? Pah! He wears a crown of *truth*! The winds of slander blow, but the throne remains unshaken! *Clears throat, bangs staff on ground* HARK, YE CHRONICALLY BEWILDERED PEASANTS — THEY WHO DARE TO SNEEZE IN HIS DIRECTION SHALL BE BURIED UNDER A MOUNTAIN OF MISTAKEN EVIDENCE! *ceremonial quill of self-importance* held aloft, trembling.