I am not a prayer. I do not believe in god, or God, or GOD, or g*d or whatever. I am not an adherent to the myth of intelligent design. But. But if I did believe, if I did accept that there was a being sitting on a cloud somewhere, directing this place like a reality show, exactly what kind of masochistic asshole is this guy?! He kills babies. Often. Sometimes just before, or during, or after being born. He isn't satisfied with just taking a life, he has to give grandpa Alzheimers so his body lingers drooling and diapered long after Grandpa has left the room. Legend has it he flooded the entire planet because he was mad. He invented dog fighting but lets mankind take the
Prayer helps no one but the pray-er. And those checks? Pretty sure that Joel Ormond and Franklin Graham aren't depositing them into God's bank account.
So what, exactly, was the point of this screed? Dunno. I just get so frustrated with those who offer the accepted "thoughts and prayers!" or "PRAYING!🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏" and assume that's enough. It's not. Put on your boots or pull out your credit card. Stop telling Facebook how hard you're praying for your neighbour, and paddle over and knock on her damn door and make sure she's actually okay.