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As a master of misdirection, this double talking dolt plays a wonderful shell game. Guess which walnut God is hiding under? He’ll trot out a survivor of the Rwandan holocaust, who he gives God credit for saving… to tug on your heartstrings
But hey shithead! What about the other couple of hundred thousand who weren’t so fortunate? Do you want to blame God for their horrible demise? Naw…that doesn’t sell books or inspirational seminars. In the meantime, you keep strategically dropping “G” bombs on those who will fall for your drivel. What an opportunistic creep.
I’ll play the banjo wearing a polka dotted tie at this jerk-offs funeral, which can’t come soon enough. |