Nobody yawns at a Mad Preacher sermon. The loud voice in your head gets no ibuprofen here. The Mad Preacher preaches with a hammer. He ran out of carrot a long time ago; all that's left is the stick of his words. That whole “mashallah here, inshallah there, aren't we Muslims and our scholars just marvellous, blah” routine? He HATES it with a passion. He won't flatter you. What doesn't fit doesn't get filed down until it does — it goes straight into the trash can he preaches on.
The Mad Preacher is a fictional character. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintended.