Well, if Kaimi can declare that he is something he clearly isn't (anymore), I can declare that I am whatever.
This isn't "big tent" Mormonism, so much as leaving behind bigoted, narrow views of living inside enclosed spaces and this deciding that wearing a yarmaluke makes you an hindu/atheist hybrid that lives on one of Jupiter's moon that you have all to yourself while monkey's furiously type on bags of poo thinking they're typewriters from Damascas - wait, where was I?
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