I spent an evening with the late William S. Burroughs, who reiterated his published opinion that when you are dealing with a religious nut, "get it in writing." He also was wont to say of prayer: "Shit in one hand, pray in the other -- see which one fills up faster." Prayer may be defined as a wish that some unproved person who is omnipotent and all knowing (each of 300 million Americans? "he" must be a big fucking computer!) who actually cares a whit about anything he's so busy making war with neighboring tribes, telling you how to treat your slaves, telling you to avoid trichinosis at all costs, telling you a snake spoke to a woman whose common law spouse was off saddling a Troodon formosus so he could be made famous in the Creationism Museum.
I would argue that this is Rick Perry's territory, only if you look at him in the face, you can only see Satan. I kid you not. Take a good look at all those inverted pentagramical lines: that grin suggests The Great Beast, 666, and I think some of those women on Fox are using their tapes to try out for the Scarlet Woman.