A reading from the Book of Comebacks, Verses 3-13
Hast thou seen my anointed, TEBOW Let not the Chief nor the Raider lay strong hands upon him
For verily, there is none like him.
Let the heathen rage, for my BLESSING is upon him,
And I shall smite down those who mock him
Hurling them from their high places into
A slough of despond,
Until the LAMENTATIONS of their women
Fill the air, and they shall know him in his GREATNESS.
For my WRATH shall blaze up against them;
And let the Charger give way before him
So that the scribes compose paens to his glory
And the minstrels sing A NEW SONG to his reign.
Let not the Chief nor the Raider lay strong hands upon him
Seriously, this is starting to get weird.