Fetch me an axe, that I may kill a man. There was a
Crazy Preacher Guy on my campus today, and me being me... I tried to argue with him. On the grounds that it was my Christian duty to preach the Gospel by virtue of showing that not everyone claiming that title was a gibbering moron.
Debating with him was difficult, since his idea of argument was to yell. And then yell EVEN LOUDER. Also because I'm female, and a man of God doesn't deign to talk to women.
(Ignoring, you know, Jesus here.)
So I'm saying 'hey, dude, your theology is flawed, here's why' and he says, "Whoever owns this girl, come take her away!"
Yes, that is a direct quote. I didn't actually say what I was thinking, which boils down to 'Bitch, you did not just go there.' What I did say, vibrating with rage, was "Nobody owns me but *me* and God."
And so he says back, "You just need a nice man to show you your place."
There would have been castration happening, except for the cops there. That, and I doubt I could have found anything, lacking a microscope.