Kanarth of Ellesh? That sounds like the name of some minor wizard in a bad fantasy novel. Does he ride a horse named Wind Dancer or something?
I remain loyal to Og.
What can I say? I write bad fantasy novels!
Just the other day, I passed a very large “Og” billboard. I wish I’d stopped to take a picture of it!
Damn you, Dead Yans Puy!*
*small god - long story
Freedom is not a synonym for lawlessness and I know of no country that treats it as such.
It’s just another word for nothing left to lose. And I thought we were supposed to thank soldiers for our freedom. 
“Bob” Dobbs will liberate you from your terrenal wealth and uptightness, and promises eternal salvation or Triple Your Money Back. That’s another good deal.
What did you think was going to be the price of being spared?
Who wants to be spared?
Kanarth of Ellesh is a rube if he’s riding a horse. I’ll know my one true god partly by his riding a go-kart, the vehicle of true freedom.
So, when is the government coming to deal with you?
Thanking soldiers is for when we read things in English.
How about a go-kart with gyrocopter props too? And, like, big gnarly racing slicks. And cute sexy pinup girl nose art.
Somebody riding something like that might not be a god, but he’d be a real good high priest!
Oooh, this religion is shaping up well. Does it have any dietary restrictions?
Can Roy Clark be the devil in our pantheon? I don’t have anything against him, but I feel the devil should be able to play guitar really well. Plus, he has that grin.
Praise “Bob” and Hail Connie!
I also thank His Noodliness, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, for my marinara sauce.
If I don’t like it…all the more for you! If I do like it…save me some!
Any theology that is too small to include guitar music is not worth following. (Of course, I also say the same about the hurdy-gurdy.)
Wow, this religion is shaping up to be the nexus of Presbyterianism and Satanism. We’ll be totally boring and has beens within a week, unless we employ your hurdy-gurdy idea and employ a monkey. If we hire a monkey, I give us six weeks. Monkeys are a crowd pleaser. We could get the monkey to crank the hurdy-gurdy as accompaniment for Roy.
Either way, I’m mostly converted. If we hammer out a few things*, I can start denouncing heretics. After that, we need promotional material. What shall we name it, and what shall our symbol be?
Name sugggestions:
Monkeyism (monkeys, nuff said)
Nitro-Burning, Fuel Injected, Supercharged Kanarthism
Haberdashery
Finkism (it comes with a symbol, see below)
My only suggestion for a symbol is the Fink. It’s harder to draw than a cross or a six pointed star, but you’d know who had some devotion! (Ok, and I’ve already got the patch on one of my jackets. I’m lazy.)
*What’s the sacrement? Fried chicken? Beef jerky?
I vote for a wine sacrament. Vast quantities of wine.
A “Big Daddy Roth” Ratfink as an icon? Now that’s hard-edged! He’s more memorable than the original god. What’s his name, Karzath or something. No staying power. But the Ratfink, good stuff! Sixty years or so, and still instantly recognizable. This is shaping up to be one of those “overthrow the previous lord” deals, like Zeus cutting off Cronos’ nuts.
'Cept when the Ratfink de-nuts you, it isn’t as pleasant. No golden scythe here; he’s got all those dirty little pointy teeth!
I dunno if there’s enough wine in all the world!
But…the whole point of this is that we’re FREE! So thank our (scary!) god for that!
And freedom tastes of reality. Or maybe chicken.
You were probably too busy hunting up a rubber ring. Ow!
Now I want to know what the OP originally wrote. Was foolsguinea being sarcastic? Ironic? Preachy? Condescending? Reaffirming? Forgetful? Fleeting?