Not content with merely refreshing his own political soul, the true believer must spread the word of the (latest) deliverer's imminent return, now that the Way before this one has turned out to be a dead end.
Maybe messiah-spotting comes easier when you've spotted a few before.
The converted - or is it the prodigal? - must attack the heretics who didn't turn up for the loaves and fishes enjoyed by the multitude at a cleverly unnamed event that look's like it was held in - appropriately enough - a church basement.
Seems, though, that multitude-size estimating continues to bedevil the faithful even for sermons they didn't organize.
All of this is in good humour, but it does make you wonder which prescient partisan pronounced these words:
One member of the Liberal Caucus, a sometimes nemesis, once remarked that people did not trust me because no one really knew what my agenda was.