Damn. Rutherford did pretty well for himself, for an old rummy. In another life, he would have ended up pushing a shopping cart around some city downtown, looking for empties to buy his next bottle. But, as luck would have it, he managed to take over his own cult, and got himself a couple of Cadillacs and an army of personal servants. Some people have all the luck!

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  When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.
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