You've violated one of the dicta of Pudd'nhead Wilson's New Calendar, which,
if the irony were subtracted, could be just as easily a pronouncement of the
"It is by the goodness of God that in our country we have those three
unspeakably precious things: freedom of speech, freedom of conscience, and
the prudence never to practice either of them" (_Following the Equator_,
Oxford MT, 195).