It must have been at least a decade ago when I was visiting a European Catholic country, I forget its name, it doesn’t matter, and there, in front of a historic Catholic Cathedral was a raving American snake handler preacher preaching his depraved version of the Holy Book in the local native language which he mispronounced, misgrammarized, and the native passers-by just ignored him or mocked him, he gained no converts, that’s for sure. I mentioned this recently in an e-mail to a friend who lives there, and he replied: “Oh yes, that’s the guy who later secured the local rights to the translations of JK Rowlings’ Hairy Potty magic books and made a fortune”. So, as you can see, that it’s all about one thing: the moolah!
Was it France?