You know, that was the first thing I thought of. But as someone striving to be a Christian, I have to consider other options.
Maybe throw him over...with a rope tied to his foot. From the bow. Pluck him out at the stern, if he avoids the screws.
Maybe our proverbial (if not real) mothers were right: say nothing if it’s impossible to think of something good to say. Flaunting our fallenness gets real old to God. This chap is in sad shape.