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Women preachers are good unless they preach like a man, in which case I'd sooner endure having a blind dentist with stubby fingers do a root canal on an abscessed tooth using a dull drill.
In the same way, I'd sooner spend a hot day working on the back of a garbage truck than to spend five minutes on a padded pew in an air conditioned sanctuary listening to a lisping, mincing male preacher.
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