The day that the governor of Indiana signed their religious freedom act, Fred rejoiced.
He commissioned a gigantic statue of Horus, Egyptian God of the Sky.
And he had it delivered to the main runway of the Indianapolis airport.
The FAA didn’t like it.
Neither did Osiris, the Egyptian God of the Dead.
“Where’s my statue?” he shouted. “And where’s my penis?”
Pretty soon, every minor and major deity of civilizations past demanded attention.
And when they didn’t get it, they fought.
After several weeks, Indiana was left a desolate hellhole.
Which, in the city of Gary, improved things somewhat.

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