In 'A Fish Called Wanda,' it is the Nietzsche-devoted Otto who tauntingly berates the stuttering K-K-K-Ken because he "k-k-k-keeps k-k-k-killing the wrong people."
Well, Otto, I have a similar problem with God. He just c-c-c-can't seem to get it right.
It's rumored He possesses all this power, all this righteous, omnipotent Wrath through which He can naturally or supernaturally correct the course of wayward human history, or at least tweak the damn pathetic thing from time to time.
Last week, my confidence level in His immortal might and seemingly obvious intentions hit a high factor of 95, as He ordered an ass-kicking storm to scurry across the Atlantic, Caribbean and Gulf to ultimately disrupt in indirect but definite ways mankind's lat





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