4 Drew St., Augusta, ME 04330
Dear Chris,
You are a quack. And don’t look all surprised that I would say that, or pretend not to remember Me. You know what I’m talking about. During a recent vacation at the Sebasco Harbor Resort, I realized that hitting golf balls from the top of the lighthouse wasn’t relaxing Me the way it usually does. I happened to mention this to a fellow guest walking by with a dowsing rod and a pack of tarot cards.
Which is where you come in. This seemingly helpful guest, whom I suspect was a shill for your business, suggested I see you for A.R.T. Therapy.
“A combination of acupressure points, passive mobilization and active client participation in an exploration of the emotional/physical areas of tension in the body.”
Chris, I don’t think I’m overstating My position when I say that after a session with you digging and prodding and popping My Divine Joints out of socket, I am sorry I ever created the fucking human race. Just to take My mind off of the pain and increased bodily tension I flipped on the omniscience for a minute. You’ll never guess what I suddenly knew. It wasn’t Joe Jackson’s shoe size. It wasn’t the five names whose first letters make up the word “cabal”. It wasn’t where John Graves, 402 East Austin St., Kermit, TX, left his car keys last Saturday… well, actually, it was. It was everything. That’s the point of the omniscience. But the thing I suddenly knew that concerns you is that naturopathic medicine is pure bull. Also, in case you were wondering, I knew to the deepest fiber of My being, (and that’s deep, Bub), that naturopaths are underqualified, (at best), and don’t begin to deserve to be called doctors. Christopher, a lab coat and a stethoscope do not a doctor make.
I tell you this not merely because I am the Ruler of Everything and I can, but also because I understand some other people, who must also have the omniscience, are having their postcards intercepted or censored. Maybe you can do that to some schlub who only knows everything, but try it with a deity who also can do everything, (when not vacationing or overly-riled by a gay rights parade or something), and you’ll get such a smiting that Job would look at Me with a raised eyebrow and say, “Steady on there, Gawd.” Capisce?
Look, I don’t mind exorcists, fortune tellers, Bigfoot hunters and people who believe The Flintstones was a documentary. Actually, I wouldn’t normally mind your little scam. I mean, people with no education or talent have got to eat, too, right? You just tried to pull it on the wrong deity. You should have gone for Bacchus after a hard night. He’d try anything. But Me? There’s nothing you can tell Gawd about relaxing, taking it easy and fooling the gullible.
Wish You Were Here,
~Gawd
"Gone Fishin': Postcards From God" 
Then again, it works just as well as praying to Gawd. Or would it be impolitic (not to mention blasphemous) to point that out?
I do have one (well, make that another) question: if naturopathic medicine is pure bull, what part of the bull (and be specific, here) is used? (I ask this because, as a child, I had a bad experience involving breakfast at the home of a rancher involving a large oblong and horrible tasting organ which belonged to a used-to-be-bull.) Tim Tebow has nothing on ranchers.))
Fail. The parenthetical sentences should read: (I ask this because, as a child, I had a bad experience involving breakfast at the home of a rancher involving a large oblong and horrible tasting organ which belonged to a used-to-be-bull. (Tim Tebow has nothing on ranchers.))
Note the reversal of the parenthesei. Parenthenses. Para. . . . Okay, Gawd, what is the singular of parentheses? You know all and see all, so what is it?
Gawd, or, as He’s toying with going into naturopathy Himself, “The Great Dr. Gawdini”, has commanded me to pass along these two answers. The first one’s free and the other will be charged to your Amex.
1) The shit. The answer is, “The shit”.
2) Paren. (And that will be $19.95(plus tip)).
Actually, Gawd only answered two and three. My first question was about whether it was impolitic to point out that naturapathy is just as effective as prayer.
You’ll have to talk to Trim Tebow about the tip, my friend.
First of all, Gawd says thanks for reminding Him. The answer to the first question was free of charge and the other two are $19.95 each. Unfortunately for you, Gawd now remembers that nothing in life is free and so won’t be answering the first question… except to say, “Why don’t you pray you don’t get a major-league smiting and see how that works for you.”
Re: the tip… eeeew.
What about taxes? Are there sales taxes when dealing with Gawd’s services? From what Mary said, His services are rather, well, weak?
Re: the tip . . . you toss me a hanging curve, it’s outahere.
You’re getting a great deal. No taxes until He finishes putting the theocracy in place.
Toss you a hanging curve? Well… er… damn. I can’t think of anything.
Baseball reference. Hanging curve ball.
That much, I got. I just wanted to come back with a real zinger and perhaps work a pun of some kind in there, (and on a perfect internet, a pie in the face), but I came up blank. Struck out, if you will.
Struck out, if you will.
You’re not used to that by now?
Right. So you’re going to drag my sex life into this, eh? As if being rejected by the San Diego Chicken weren’t bad enough, you’ve got to bring it up in a public forum which literally threes of people visit daily.
Thanks, (((Billy))). What a (((pal))).
As I have said before, I don’t believe in mythical things or beings.
a public forum which literally threes of people visit daily
Make that “fours.”
Larry,
A heartfelt “thank you” to you and (((Billy))) and the two guys looking for porn.
LOL! The conversation, almost hockey fight, on the thread is hilarious.
This? This is just light banter. Imagine if we actually knew each other, had gone to college together or were in the Army together. These threads probably wouldn’t be SFW.