Same thing. "My fantasy Great Big Sky Daddy wubs me, and he's going to buy me candy and ice cream forever, and burn you in fire forever, because he wubs you too."
Sounds fair. I shared some Tecumseh with you.
Be aware, I've literally read it all, cover to cover, and it fails to convince me of anything, because it does not provide the one thing it would take to convince me. That being the first shred of evidence that your god exists.
I guess, but nobody can tell me, least of all some fool mumbling over an old and frequently-edited-for-power-purposes book, so I don't spend a lot of time fretting about it. I generally have a nice lie-in on Sunday morning.
When I lived there, they had very polite strikes. The strikers would take two hours, half of which would be their lunch hour, march out, pick up signs, march and chant, then at two hours precisely, put down their signs and go back to work.