Dear Mr. Pat: The next time you set yourself to criticize the other fellow's religion, you might want to pick one with less of a revenge toolkit!
(Link shamelessly stolen from Radley Balko).
About all this business of makin' deals with Dark Side an' late-hit smiting and so on and so forth: I don't care if it was the work of Pat Robertson's G-d (who does not appear to be the same Big Guy they tried to tell us about at my Sunday School), Gaia feelin' vaporous, Poseidon, a vodoun godling feelin' frisky or the sudden release of tectonic tension; we can't do anything about those things. We can dig folks out from under, both literally and figuratively, and we can send along plenty of extra shovels, too. The G-ds can sort their ownselves out, us humans have actual work to do.
(I leave the vowel out so they will leave me alone. This $DEITY-bothering business, it gets outta hand way too easy to suit me. YMMV, but at your own risk!)
CHICAGO RAILROAD FAIR, 1948
23 hours ago