When the Temple descends from heaven and squashes the roof of that dome into a floor, the ROP’s adherents will high-tail it to Mecca, apologizing profusely to every Jew they meet along the way, and leaving “mujaahideena” dangling from every almond and olive tree tall enough to do the job, until they run out of rope and have to start improvising the means of execution. All I will say is, I am not cleaning up that mess.