Prince, I've had it up to here. I took it in stride when I saw you play St. Paul in 2001 and you didn't play any of the sexytimes songs; I rented "Under the Cherry Moon" although I should've known better; I defended you against the haters of short men.
And then you had to go and start (literally) bible thumping? Too much. I hereby revoke your Minnesotan card, along with your Uptown Minneapolis card. Please turn in your "Erotic City" cassette single in the dropbox.
Man, just when you think you know someone, they have to go and get all crazy. It's a disappointment to all good eyeliner-fearing glam rockers out there, really.