So, hum, I am going to piss éverybody off, and if some perverted loony fundamantalist is going to sniper me that still doesn’t prove anything.
Except that religion kills.
But if God is pissed with me we can expect some visitation landing on my head; either in the form of a thunderbolt (longtime favorite) or, if God is in a modernistic mood, an airplaine engine dropping out of a clear sky. I’m not worried either way. Because I think I’m really sweet and wellmeaning, (under the evil sarcasm) and I am defenitely going here:
And I’m counting on not going to end up here:
And I’m going to swap my contingent of 72 houris for this one: