An unworthy Deacon, named for the brother of God: James, striving to "work out his salvation with fear and trembling" within the Tradition (paradosis) of the Eastern Orthodox Faith. It is a strange and marvelous journey, and I am accompanied by the fourfold fruit of my fecundity. My wife, the Matushka or Diaconissa Sophia, is my beloved partner in the pursuit of Theosis, and she ranks me in every way.
I also read that while I was in Paris, an average of 20-40 cars were burned each night but that any number less than a hundred or so was generally deemed as not being section A news. I sense a math word problem in the making here: how long before France runs out of cars?
If I were a car manufacturer, I'd ramp up my French advertising and if I were an insurer I'd insert a "discontented and discriminated muslim youth burn" clause in all policies.
Remember Steve Martin in "The Jerk"? They hate these cars! Stay away from the cars!