The next character that I ran into, or should I say ran into me, was Redneck E. Racer. He raced around the city streets painting everyone's neck with red paint.

After he had painted their necks red, he called them redneck racists, badgered and interrogated them with devious accusations:

•  “Why do you hate blacks?

•  “What do you have against Jews?

•  “Why do you want to kill Asians and Latinos?

•  “Muslims are humans too, let them live.

•  “Why did you take the Indians' land away?

•  “Why did you kill most of them and put the rest on reservations?

•  “Just because you have secret homosexual fantasies doesn't mean you should hate gays.

•  “You're a stupid trailer trash redneck. Don't try to deny it. Don't tell me you love Jews, Blacks, Asians, and Latinos. Look in the mirror and you'll see that racist, bigoted, discriminating red neck of yours.”

Wow-wee, Redneck E. Racer was right! They did have red necks. He was confronting their prejudices and exposing them for who they really were.

Next, he started painting people's spines with yellow paint to show their cowardice and green paint over their hearts to show their envious nature. Each color, he said, would expose some negative trait in a person's character.

But I'm not sure that Redneck E. Racer was using colors the way God intended. What do you think?