Pretending To be God-Directed

Whenever I see some ignorant boob bragging that god directs his every move, but this advice is still not sufficient to get him a job, an apartment or a girl friend, I can’t help but think this guy is suffering from delusions of grandeur.

I have managed to talk to the CEOs (Chief Executive Officers) of perhaps half a dozen major corporations in my entire life. They are certainly are not on tap. It seems preposterous that the creator of the universe would take time out to personally guide my every move helping me decide whom I should put the make on. Surely, even if god existed, the best I could hope for its to talk to is one of his agents.

God never gives anyone a cure for cancer or the winning lottery ticket number. That voice in the boob’s head has no knowledge beyond what the person himself has. He is talking to himself. How could anyone mistake that no-nothing imaginary voice in his head for god? Gullible twits hear the word thou and instantly flatter themselves into thinking they are in the presence of the creator of the universe. They are so pathetic, so contemptible.

~ Roedy (1948-02-04 age:70)