Wouldn't you know it, even the omniscient lord of the cosmos can't spell my name right. There may be an upside to this, though: when St Peter at the gates goes flipping through his big book of naughty deeds, he won't be able to find me, and will just wave me on through to continue my rabble rousing.
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