And especially, how my life parallels that of preacher and end-times genius Jack Van Impe. He plays accordion; I play accordion. He makes predictions that are always wrong; I make predictions that are always wrong. Coincidence?

Say hi to Jack:

So anyway, it got me thinking about the future, and about what is missing from my life. Something is definitely missing. I think I sense an artistic longing that can only be fulfilled through MATCHING OUTFITS. Therefore I am on a search to find snazzy new duds for The Demerits.

Top Contenders:

Ooooh. Nice under-thingies.

The lady in the middle is not getting into the spirit of the peppy pointing activity, and it reflects on the whole band. Just my opinion.

That’s a lot of polyester. The lady on the right is about to make a run for it.  What’s with the two guys on the outside?  Are they going to shake my hand? Or not?

Master’s Four. Plus one extra guy that belongs to someone else. Classic helmet head haircuts. Look at how squeeky shiny clean shaven they are. Now, that’s a testimony!

Evil voodoo helmet.

Look carefully at their eyes. One of them is hated by the other three.