The strange thing is that although we spend quite a lot on the mysterious ways in which the gods work, their efficiency is still quite wanting. Why do I say this? I'll tell you. In the days of easy and cheap wireless telecommunications, when you can sit, in the height of summer, in a burlesque show in Sonagachhi, Kolkata, and order American pizza using an American carrier using a cheap Chinese phone made in Mexico, why can't a god almighty someone not condescend to get into the dream of one of the mustachioed dictators I ask?
At least in a region where floods are happening or about to happen and warn them that if they don't tighten the dams or some proactive such easy fare that can be performed without magic, he, I mean this almighty will, pluck every hair from this, I mean this dictator or official's mustache or pubes one at a time, until it hurts, and then pluck dingle-berries from his unwashed gooch, again one at a time, until it hurts, and so on. You get my point.
But nothing like this ever happens; we, the dictated common commoner, simply succumb to this or that, and it seems, therefore logically, that we are speaking to thin air, as it appears, by the lack of any kind of result or reciprocation.
And because, by definition, we are common, it seems too common to be all too ready to subvert any "absence of doing" by these gods with equal enthusiasm and jubilation as any "doing", by posthoc justifications and blame that is carefully and conveniently chosen to spare the gods. How sad is that for a species that has cleverness in its name—sapiens? Imagine running a private limited company like that, where no matter what, the customers are always too happy to bend over backwards and pay. What a scam, eh? Of course governments do and can run without accountability, which is why they cling on to one religion or another. And through the participation of gods and goddesses, they make the faith weakened commoners come loose at their wits, and sobotage commonsense by mixing logic with lozenges from the ancient which can be flexibly interpreted.
Dust in your eyes, flotilla of bearded guys,
Smiling sweetly hundreds of years ago.
Lies of mouth now in books,
How can you ever say no.
More I sniff it gets more stiff,
Aww I am a goodly godly man.
I will my wealth renounce,
Jump verily from a cliff, I can.
I see brilliant light for which I fight,
It may be just some bulbs lit.
But if they say it's god it's god,
I'll kill many in god's grace to fit.
I lick the floor like no one before,
A slave of superstitious past.
I do things like in ancient lore,
I stone the weak and hold a fast.
I pray and pray, that's what they say,
Makes a bad boy very very good.
The next check I write I add a zero,
I get a blood stained clan hood.
Holy me, holy they, holy hearsay,
Super holy lascivious miss lily.
I will reach into every pocket,
Naysayers, nay, I will slay silly.
So I sing holy as hell, I tell,
Tales of fabrication and deceit.
Super pious my soul, so many holes,
I pray at almighty's nonexistent feet.
