>Yaweh, sitting in his dim, dingy, cramped room at the "Y", ruminating:<
"Where did I go wrong....
..was it that rebellious young punk Kid I sent down to Terra long ago...?
..was it my penchant for surprising and knockin' up unsuspecting virgins..?
.. was it my association with that Falwell character...?
>slow pan away from a mumbling, decrepit, discredited Deity,
allowing Him, and this thread, the dignity of a well-deserved retirement.<