His dump truck was outfitted with a huge umpteen megawatt sound system from which he preached holy-roller revival sermons as he went slowly touring round and about the streets of the city. Everybody ignored him, but he was too dumb to know the difference. I have no idea who was providing the money he was wasting on this wondrous evangelism. Actually, I think it's sorta fun to take my turn doing the Bible reading in church. It's especially nice when the passage has got lots of those nice unpronounceable names in it, because then I can mispronounce them any way I jolly well please and nobody will ever know I'm screwing up.
Nobody ever listens to that drivel anyway.
I'm speaking jibberish, or whatever.