"Praise be to our lord Satan, the Prince of Parking. He that brought war against the Pretender that would call himself god in order to free us of our divine shackles and make possible our dark destinies to stop our car wherever we want, whenever we want. Down with the false prophet of Nazareth, him who shall fall first to the curb of prohibition reddened first with paint and then again with his blood. Park where you will, and destroy he who would stop you," you say.
"Mr. Prejean," the judge replies, "your application for dismissal of your parking citation on religious grounds is denied. You owe fifteen dollars to the city by the end of the business day."
Worth a try.