I used to love to watch ol' Gene with his "Pony Girls" and his white board when I would come rolling in after the bars closed. Gene would be smoking one of those thirty buck Cuban heaters, lecturing in Latin, Greek and Aramaic, while diagramming it all on the white board.
The knowledge that the Rev. could pull off monumental scheme like that for years and not end up in jail made it possible to sleep easy on many a troubled night.