text: Yeah, that was piling it on a little thick. 
  
  Given the unholy stink of bloated metaphor, it's unsurprising that they fantasize about sheep. 
  
  And I share your admiration for the Witnesses. They visit often, but not too often. The Catholics a few blocks away  march around their building once or twice a year, but apart from that they don't seem to like the light of day.