Americans in Mexico

Not sure why but Steve and I were comparing stories about weird Americans one morning over breakfast (always a fun way to start your day). Then on the way back, those two American girls sort of tried to get us to come over.
OK. For the sake of factuality and accuracy, I should mention that they were not really girls as such. I think the last time they were referred to as girls was sometime in the 40's. Maybe the 50's for the less haggered one. But we just had breakfast, it was nice and warm and sunny, we were in a good mood (not hard under the circumstances) and we thought there's nothing wrong by having a friendly chat to a couple of American senior citizens.
And they were actually really nice! Maybe not the sharpest razors in the pack (they asked Steve where he learned his English. *cough*) but still nice. We talked about Mexico, and Baja where they lived, and how nice the weather is and how lovely the people are and all that sort of fluffy touristy stuff.
And then they got the pamphlets out of their bag.
Well apparently unlike us (we were in Mexico just to relax, get a tan and maybe drink, remember?) they were in Mexico on a mission from Jesus. Or God. Maybe both. According to them Jesus is sick and tired of this whole mess and how everybody is fighting and he wants to make some changes. Some serious changes. This whole thing where you need passports to move from country to country - Jesus doesn't like that at all. He will be coming back any day now and if we only do as we're told - we should be well and truly in his good books. And hey- paperless travel is pretty cool! We didn't stay there long enough to actually learn what you need to do to get into the good books (I suspect it involved giving all your money to their leader all our money and the right to deflower your daughters), said we really had go (something about leaving the tap running) and headed off. Only to see them catch some other unsuspecting Mexican.

PS. Before I forget... They would also like to remind y'all that sex before marriage is very very very wrong and will make your special bits fall off and stuff. Unless of course you have it with their leader, in which case it will get you in the good books and get you some really nifty Christmas pressies.