I'd had enough political and theological discussions by the time I was nineteen to figure out that they are functionally inert. No-one convinces anyone of anything, everybody just heaps their baggage on the table and gestures at it wildly.
Well, the illustrious Mr. Fix came to our fair city recently, to partake of our fine bouquet of debauchery... debauchery I unfortunately refrained from for the most part, due to the constraints of work and visiting family members. The whole crew got to spend some time with him and Lizzy, partake of the spirits, and we even got to take in the sights and sounds of the most holy of holy's, The Bag O' D.