I was at the club when a golf ball shaped minister said give him a second chance. Hear what he has to say. He makes more sense now that he's a CPA. Then a putting preacher proclaimed the good news: he went to Wharton and got an MBA. Hearing that, I dropped to my knees and prayed. And Jesus put aside peace in the Middle East to sanctify the deductions I should take. The truth depends, he chanted like a Gregorian, on how much the Emperor thinks you make. For you must render unto Caesar what is his but only confess what he already knows then set up a charity in the Caymans and watch as your blessings grow. I invited him for golf and a Bloody Mary or two. But isn't your club anti-Semitic, he asked. Jesus Christ, I laughed, you're not a Jew. Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief