As they tore the insignia from his tunic – an affront to the Church, a blasphemous symbol – they shouted over and over for him to abjure, to renounce his beliefs, despite his protests, the rheum seeping from his eyes and nose, the outright sobs, and led him ad rem to a prison cell to await his execution at dawn.

While magnanimously abjuring to mention my rheumy opponent's secret penchant for women's underwear (deeming it beneath my dignity to point out that crotchless panties, in particular, figured with curious frequency in the Senator's private wardrobe), I nevertheless proceeded, in a straightforward and ad rem manner, to mercilessly dismantle his reputation, starting with a general attack on his family insignia: a turgid shaven centaur, rampant on a field of turqouise and gilded fleurs-de-lis, above the brazen Latin motto VESCERE BRACIS MEIS.

Dr. Josh, lay sprawled against the seedy wall behind St. Martha's, rheum-eyed and abject, the stench of his vomit reminding him in retrospect the way he had ad rem abjured from preventive vaccination to give it instead to the many who were not immune like he was, or so he had been led to believe, before the late but prominent positive insignia on his forearm from a false negative which now instilled a slight fear of impending mortality on his intrepid, relentless, selfless being.