First of all, I have a love-hate relationship with Garrison Keillor. 
Sometimes when I find myself in the car on Sundays listening to him on NPR and his Pappy O'Dan'el's Flour Hour Sermon on the mount, I just want to shake my head and pray that his cult-laden neuvo-amish hordes don't take over modern American sentiment and set sail with tea-party types into the new revolution. It's just too niche for me. But then … some nights, after coming home from class on Thursday nights, I flip NPR back...