I love this mentality where we’re all God’s children. Can you picture a sitcom where that b******* is applied literally? Like, “hey, God, your kids are literally murdering each other over which one you like best, are you planning on doing anything about it?” Yes, I am. The one who’s right will be rewarded. After they die, I can’t be bothered to give a f*** right now. “Oh, hey, God, your kid is drowning in the swimming pool. Can you use your f****** omnipotence to stop it?” Well, why can’t you save him, far-less-powerful-mortal-who-cant-swim? “Oh. God, you seem to have stabbed me in the thigh with a lightning bolt. Can I ask why?” Idk, you pissed me off. One of the things you did yesterday, or before that. Maybe that’s why, maybe it’s just because I felt like it. Don’t do it again. That s*** would make Rick and Morty look like the f*****’Bradys.

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