Environmental terrorists release all the animals from the Brooklyn Zoo into the museum. You turn to run and hide when your tuberculosis infection flares up.
You spastically cough blood into your hand as the camels charge down the hall toward you. Just as you are trampled, a 747, hijacked by Southern Baptist Conference militants, is crashed into the museum. An engine flies through one wall of the hallway and out the other, taking out the camels.
But now the building is burning, fumes are filling the air. Explosions rock the building as you decide you would rather jump to your death than burn alive.
You jump out a window, and before you hit the ground a flock of flamingos grabs you from midair and carries you away. Unfortunately, they take you back to their home in Africa, where you get dysentary and send the rest of your short life wishing you had fallen to your death.
Isn't this proof that, even if God did create stuff, right now he couldn't care less about you?
2007-08-11
14:35:40
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