As is always the case with the fundamentalist, scripture is used as a kind of manual for life, giving one the impression of profoundly desperate machinations: Such believers carve a jagged line in the earth, behind which life is ordered by, as Phelps-Roper aptly writes, “a multiplicity of rules” that imbue existence with the unfettered glory of spiritual mission. Beyond their line in the ground, or the Westboro picket line, they stare with tempestuous eyes at the aimless and the damned, deeming some element of the secular or moderate way of life wholly unacceptable. One wonders what demons they see.