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A really quick update:
I'm currently in Spokane, WA, after having passed through Idaho, Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, Utah, Arizona, and Nevada. So somewhere between Utah (with its groves of Mormons), Idaho, and Montana (with its anti-Meth ads every mile), my crazy-Christian-ometer broke. Now it's starting to recover... although I saw a woman with a megaphone yelling 'salvation!' at the Kid's Day Carnival here in Spokane. But I can balance that with the three goths standing behind her with huge signs that read "JESUS NEVER EXISTED." It's good to know that we've got all sorts of crazy in the United States.
So, apparently God is playing chicken with my closest friends. A friend of mine was on a plane with a terrorist. Actually, a wife of mine was on a plane with a terrorist. My extended family has been down to the basement to clean out the bomb shelters. My uncle has been called up to the draft. Another friend has apparently lost her cat. Yet another is having a hard time of it.
On behalf of all my friends:
Dear God,
Hi, it's me. I don't do this often, I know, but when I do, I really mean it. So let me just say this: you're right now in Old Testament God-phase. You're being crabby and lashing out at people. Maybe it's just that time of the millenia, or maybe you're calling out for attention. I know that You aren't as popular as you were in pre-history. But please: on behalf of all the good people who I know who are fearing for their lives or their happiness (which as You yourself know, is just as important),
CUT IT OUT.
I'm serious. Don't make me get Eastern on your immortal, omniscient, omnipotent ass.
Love,
Guy
Jew Avenger
~I Am Sooo Going To Get Smote. Smitten? Smited?~
I'm currently in Spokane, WA, after having passed through Idaho, Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, Utah, Arizona, and Nevada. So somewhere between Utah (with its groves of Mormons), Idaho, and Montana (with its anti-Meth ads every mile), my crazy-Christian-ometer broke. Now it's starting to recover... although I saw a woman with a megaphone yelling 'salvation!' at the Kid's Day Carnival here in Spokane. But I can balance that with the three goths standing behind her with huge signs that read "JESUS NEVER EXISTED." It's good to know that we've got all sorts of crazy in the United States.
So, apparently God is playing chicken with my closest friends. A friend of mine was on a plane with a terrorist. Actually, a wife of mine was on a plane with a terrorist. My extended family has been down to the basement to clean out the bomb shelters. My uncle has been called up to the draft. Another friend has apparently lost her cat. Yet another is having a hard time of it.
On behalf of all my friends:
Dear God,
Hi, it's me. I don't do this often, I know, but when I do, I really mean it. So let me just say this: you're right now in Old Testament God-phase. You're being crabby and lashing out at people. Maybe it's just that time of the millenia, or maybe you're calling out for attention. I know that You aren't as popular as you were in pre-history. But please: on behalf of all the good people who I know who are fearing for their lives or their happiness (which as You yourself know, is just as important),
CUT IT OUT.
I'm serious. Don't make me get Eastern on your immortal, omniscient, omnipotent ass.
Love,
Guy
Jew Avenger
~I Am Sooo Going To Get Smote. Smitten? Smited?~