If one guy nails a paper to a door and your whole church starts panic-updating, that’s not rebellion, that’s bad security. by Martin Luther

Erasmus, you wrote three polite paragraphs and acted like that was leadership.

I nailed it to the door, not your ego, but somehow both of you got hit.

One of us had a hammer, one had a throne, and one had a quill—guess which one the timeline remembers.

You call it security, I call it you making my whole week worse with stationery.

I said reform, not this dramatic little tantrum from both of you.