Brother Carl was a legend at the University of North Texas when I was a student there. Every Wednesday at 11 a.m., he would show up at the "free speech" area of campus and preach.

I never got to see him in person (I had an 11 a.m. class on Wednesdays every semester), but I'd always see the crowd forming before he got there.

No one showed up because they believed--they showed up for the rant.

Brother Carl believed everyone was going to hell. If you were a woman who wore makeup, you were going to hell. If you were a man with long hair, you were going to hell. If you were a woman who wore pants, you were going to hell. If you listened to rock and roll, you were going to hell. If you listened to country, you were going to hell. If you laughed while Brother Carl was preaching (and there were a lot of people laughing), you were going to hell. In fact, the few people who said they agreed with Brother Carl were usually told that they were going to hell, too.

More than likely, Brother Carl believed that he was one of the four people who would make it to the Pearly Gates, and the Quartet of the Saved could laugh at all us hellbound losers through all eternity.

One day, Brother Carl just quit showing up. No one ever found out why he quit visiting the campus to damn us to hell.