Ice heathen from the north

So I read Rolling Stone. I suppose it is the literary equivalent to inhaling ether: you can't really be proud of it in sophisticated circles, but it feels pretty good at the time. Anyway, usually the quality of writing is pretty decent, and the most recent issue has an interesting piece on the latest round of intelligent design court cases. I strongly disagree with the author's conclusion about the relationship between evolution and religion, but I have to admit, I'd love to be accused of being an "smart ass ice heathen from the north."