Rarely have I been so proud of my North Carolinian heritage than when I read the following excerpt from The Religious History of America:

Everything about the evangelical Baptists and Presbyterians of North Carolina offended one especially acerbic Anglican cleric, Charles Woodmason, who found himself in something of a guerrilla war with backcountry disenters. They mocked him, stole his horse, and noisily disrupted his preaching, “halloing and whooping,” outside the church doors. They tore down the handbills announcing the places and times of his worship services and sometimes even put up fake ones to misdirect the Anglican faithful. At one point some hooligans broke into one of his churches and placed a pile of “their Excrements on the Communion Table.” (Gaustad and Schmidt, 107-108 )

What can I say? I come by it honestly.