I need to go look for the case that Judge Edenfield of the Northern District heard back in the 70s, involving a prisoner who started a religion called "The Church of the New Song" . . . the Sacrament being T-bone steaks and rye whisky, which of course he expected the warden to provide . . .
Don't you just love people. I bet the judge could hardly suppress his laughter. And I would have LOVED to have been the guy's attorney.
But, but, your Honor! Religions involving intoxicating liquors and the flesh of ruminants reach back into the furthest bourne of human history. .....