Louis Theroux made a welcome return to our screens this week, with another show documenting his ingratiation into yet another extremist cult.
This time up it was the turn of the most amusing Westboro Baptist Church - the all-screaming, all-roaring, homo-hating, fire and brimstone preaching brain-child of the apocalyptically angry Reverend Fred Phelps.
And yet, despite the church's best attempts to stoke up as much hatred and venom as they could, you couldn't help notice just how embarrassingly funny they were.
'God Hates Fags' is probably the catchphrase and website that they're most famous for, but recently the church has been attempting to take their fight to the American Army by protesting outside the funerals of deceased American soldiers.
It was amusing watching the church trying to stoke up as much hate as they could with almost anyone that they could. It was also profoundly amusing watching the Pastor bang out a Sunday sermon which made the younger Reverend Ian Paisley look like a normal, balanced man. And indeed, more than anything else, Phelps and the assorted basket-cases in his congregation reminded me of the Unionists in their hey-day - a gathering of foaming-at-the-mouth mad mullahs who abruptly end the conversation with the assertion that you're too stupid to talk to as soon as you start to make sense or reason with them.
It doesn't take a genius to work out what the subject of the sermon was of course: homosexuality. It was notable how much this one issue seemed to pervade almost every waking thought of the community's members. As usual, I couldn't help but think of Bill Hicks' prescient observation that 'anyone that far to the right, has something very, very dark to hide' themselves.
I was baffled as to why this one issue seems to obsess Phelps so much. I'd go as far as to wager that Phelps thinks about gay sex around about thirty times more a day than any gay man does himself. Why can't he stop talking about gays? Is he trying to tell us something? Is his irrational obsession with 'fags' born of a fascination that he can't kick? Is he unable to shut up about it because he can't stop thinking about it? Is the Reverend Phelps secretly in the grip of the same 'disease' (as he would characterise it) as those whom he so vehemently speaks out against?
Sadly, Louis never got the time to ask Phelps these questions. Which is a shame - aside from how amusing it may have been to see Phelps and his followers go completely jihad, it may have revealed more about the Westboro Baptist Church than three weeks of fly-on-the-wall cooking sequences.
Full marks to Theroux as usual - he handled the provocation and ignorance in the most fitting way he could: by exposing the community for the profoundly risible joke that it is and allowing them the space to make total fools of themselves.
And perhaps that's what we should all remember: that the best way to defeat an organisation that thrives on hate is by denying them the aggression that they so badly crave and laughing right in their faces. So thank you Louis and thanks to Fred and his cavalcade of in-bred loonies: you were the funniest thing I've seen in years.
PS: Oh and Fred? Your daughter is fit.