And the Flying Monkeys spake, saying:
Thou shalt not disparage Paul in any way, shape, manner, or form, nor shalt thou disparage His Holy Religion, Libertarianism, thinly disguised as Republicanism, by which to deceive the gullible into buying a new blimp. Or something.
Thou shalt decry, at every turn, and wherever possible, Saint Paul's inability to ever become President, though thou shalt cross thy fingerseth in the vain hope that He has a snowballeth's chance in Hell of becoming President. Much like Lucifer's retarded step-child, Kucinich.
Thou shalt give us money, anyway, because thou art retarded, and possessed of too much money, though you obviously need a conservator.
Thou shalt not disparage the visage of Saint Paul, though He be lookingeth like an elderly chimp with terminal mange.
Thou shalt refer to Saint Paul as 'doctor', wherever possible, disregarding the fact that He has been up to his elbows in cooter during the entire course of His career. Thou Shalt not mention that a plumber, then, has as much right to wear the appellation of 'doctor'.
Thus sayeth The Apostle Ron, and His legions of undead...