Monthly Archives: June 2018

Dear Jeff Sessions…

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Dear Jeff,

First of all, I want to be clear that although a great many citizens of My Chosen Country think of you as a racist Keebler elf, I couldn’t be more happy with you.  Your cartoonish tiny little face makes Me chuckle every time I see it.

I was just relaxing poolside at a tasteful hotel in the dessert… or is it desert?  Me damn it, now I’m hungry for a slice of double chocolate truffle layer cake.  It’s a good thing My brand-loyalists, the Christians, keep diligently forking over the cash to keep me in expensive hotels and eating expensive cake.  Anyway, I was sort of half paying attention to the TV in the lobby when I saw your adorable white-supremacist punim smirking out at Me.  So I had a half dozen cabana boys carry My lounger in to hear what you had to say.

If I weren’t on perpetual vacation I would hold a press conference to publicly agree with you.  I mean, fuck those kids, right?  The little ankle biters never tithe into My vacation fund and that, alone, is enough to chap My nips.  Add into the mix the appalling fact that airlines allow the stunted snot rags into first class where they’re always crying or kicking the back of My seat and I couldn’t care less if you stick ’em in concentration camps.  Even your blatant bigotry helps My situation.  Personally, I don’t care what color you are as long as you give Me a big chunk of your ready cash, but imagine those desperate parents frantically shoving pesos into the collection plates.  It would be enough to bring a tear to this old god’s eye except that it might make My sunscreen run.

However, you might not have gone far enough by just making it clear you’re going to enforce the “law” by dragging children from their parent’s arms and then probably losing them.  I think we can really wring more dinero from the disgustingly weepy parents if you follow My lead more closely.  Here are a few more Bible ideas to get your creative juices flowing.

  1. Straight up wack their first born.  Nothing turns the brand-loyalists further My way than a little personal loss.
  2. Bears.  Keep a couple of bears handy for when the kids laugh at your little dried-apple face.
  3. This one might take even you aback for a second, but hear Me out.  Two words:  Human.  Sacrifice.  Sacrifice a few daughters to something that you worship, like the KKK or Nathan Bedford Forrest.
  4. Finally, if the lefties put up too big a fuss, just Titus Andronicus their asses.  You can drink their salty, commie tears once you’ve made ’em eat their own kids.

There.  Giving you ideas is starting to feel almost like actual work, so I’m gonna sign off.  remember, if you need Me, I’m on vacation so leave Me alone.

Wish You Were Here,

~Gawd

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I’m back… What’s been going on?

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Many of you may wonder where I’ve been for the past eight years… not to mention the 6,000 before that.  And the answer is, of course, 1) on vacation, 2) nunya business and 3) fuck off.  How you like that answer?  It’s like the Trinity – three things that are also one thing.  Separate but equal.

I see there’s a new POTUS.  Some people are saying he was chosen by Me.  Those people are, as always, delusional.  Don’t get Me wrong, I couldn’t care less that you’re saddled with an ignorant, orange, bloated, racist, narcissistic gasbag.  it minds not Me that he talks like a plate of beans negotiating it’s way through the digestive tract of a hog.  It’s no skin off My divine nose that there is medical waste floating down the Ganges River that would make better presidents than him.  The fact is, I care a great deal more for my mid-morning gin and tonic than I do for you or anyone you know.  Oh, and the tithing.  I care about the tithing.

Of course, I’ve had chosen people from time to time.  The pogroms and persecution and such are real knee-slappers.  I like watching that even more than Dancing With the Stars.  The Jews used to be My chosen people, but once they got Israel back and started giving the oppression instead of taking… well, they just quit being fun.  I thought about making the Palestinians My new chosen people but they kind of depress Me, to be honest.  Then I thought maybe the LGBT folks, but they’ve been oppressed since I published My first book and I wanted to mix things up a bit.  So I made the atheists My chosen people.  No large scale persecution yet, but I’ve got My fingers crossed.  Also, some of the atheists are Jewish, LGBT and African American, so, you know… four birds, one stoning.

Oh, I see it’s time for my post-gin and tonic massage here at the Trump International Hotel on Waikiki Beach, so I’ve got to run.  And remember, keep giving that cash every Sunday.  Your “donation” could be the difference between business class and first class.