Apparently I've started doing just that! All my posts state the obvious. So to continue the trend, Onward Ho! as Bertie'd say:
I work on the 12th floor of a tall building surrounded by roads. What's so special about that you blink at me. Well, I was looking out the window and I could see all these orderly cars, each sticking to their lane, weaving through the traffic, stopping at the stop signs. And then this ONE car, he comes out of nowhere (and I use the gender pronoun knowingly!), drives most bizarrely, startles a bus out of its wits, and narrowly avoids slamming into a pedestrian (an innocent bystander, who must have thought his number was up). I watched all of this from the anonymity of my 12th floor window and I found it hilarious. Yes, I did! I was having a smashing time. And then I finally got it. The question on everyone's mind is "If there is a God, where the heck is he? There's terrorists lurking behind every pillar, and burglars stalking innocent quarry and violence waiting to be confronted around every corner, right? The world is awful, unfair, unjust, cruel, and where the f*@# is God?". At least this OUGHT to be the question on everyone's mind. Well, today I rumbled it. He's lounging at his 12th heaven window and laughing his ass off! It must be FUN! Betcha he's thinking of Menahim Begin's wise words, "Civilisation is intermittent"!
On the same note (though it might appear unrelated), why dya think most Gods either don't have a mum, don't like their mums, or at least are downright rude and insensitive to their mums? Its cos they don't want those broads poking around their lives. Imagine if God's mum was on the best of terms with him. What's the bet she'd have had him away from the window, and cleaning his act up, by now? Telling ya, those Gods are canny chappies.