I don't want some egghead bureaucrat telling me whether there's poison in the water I drink. Ideally I'd want that decided by a 29yo judge who went to a "biblical law school" and does not believe dinosaurs existed, and then to have that decision reaffirmed six years later by the Supreme Court.
My catechism:
What is it man's natural desire?
To slap a big ol' slice of bologna onto a Cybertruck.
And where will you put the soppressata?
I am gonna smack it down perfectly flat onto the hood of a Cybertruck.
What has man never seen?
A slice of ham frisbeeing through the air, smacking onto the
driver's side door of a Cybertruck, and sticking there.
What is the hope of our belief?
The possibility that the pig both lived and died so that we could have this chance.
All: This is the highest calling of the Cybertruck. Imagine the sound of it! Amen.
