That's No Lady, That's Notre Dame

. . . religious intolerance, rite of matrimony sacrilege and sanctimonious skulduggery. As hard as it is to believe that the latter term is spelled with just a single "L," it would seem that the not-so-numb-skulls behind this picture were somewhat clairvoyant in predicting the conflagration of April 15, 2019, symbolized by The Commissioner blasting HIS spouse in her derriere. There's no dairy there, of course, nor lemonade. Oh Fudge!, sidetracked again. More to the point, The Inspector's and Sgt. Dodo's ensembles have now been outlawed in two dozen Red States, proving once more that this series is well ahead of its time.