No. J2K1-28

Say amen, brudda. His name was Jack Lord, after all, and when you think about it, Jesus could do a lot worse than take a page from Steve McGarrett, who throughout the swinging Seventies battled both the crime barons of Honolulu and the changing mores of an audience that, as the decade wore on, began to doubt whether his flinty machismo really represented the true path to prime-time salvation. Through it all, no TV cop this side of Jack Webb remained so unwaveringly moral in his outlook. McGarrett regularly beat the snot out of crooks, but he didn't smoke, didn't drink, knew the good natives (Kono) from the bad natives (Wo Fat), and was so bent on avenging evil that he never seemed to notice the Coppertoned bazongas bobbing in the background. More important, during a period in history when The Mod Squad threatened to turn traditional TV values on their head, he never put up with any of that hippie crap. Kicked upstairs, we figure he'd not only whip Satan's ass, but give him a damn good talking-to on the way to headquarters. Good Book 'em, Dan-O!