Forsaking my usual patron deity, the great goddess Atrophia, I made a burnt offering of 2X4s and a mitre box at the altar of Δόμος Επίδοσις, The Muse of Home Improvement. The smoke was propitious. An eagle flew from left to right across the sky and dropped a 3/8″ hex head socket at my feet which I took as a sign from Zeus that all was well. Filling my chariot with lag bolts, drill bits, pry bars, extension cords, two throwing spears and a two-ply bull-hide shield I thundered onto the plain of battle prepared to perform mighty deeds of valor.
My enemies fled before the baleful fire that flashed from my eyes. I grabbed my weapons, jumped from the chariot and attacked on the run. Within an hour I was victorious. All my enemies were vanquished and I raised a trophy of the spoils of war. Epic bards and rhapsodes will sing the praises of this day for millennia to come. Go pound sand, Achilles.
That fence post support worked like a charm. The post is straight and solid as a rock. And the steel should last long after I’m mulch in the ground. But there was no parade. No hecatombs burned in my honor. Sometimes it barely pays to be a demi-god.