I’ve spent eight decades ridiculing skybayers. This has resulted in a flood of bibles sent to me over the last half century, all then forwarded on by me from “well-wisher,” to diverse friends and acquaintances with the message, “This will help you in your time of need.”
But here’s a test for the bearded ballgown-clad bugger bowling about in cyberspace. If you really are calling the shots, explain bloody Trump. We can all make mistakes but you’re on notice sunshine. We need some divine intervention to ensure an absolute electoral massacre in November so stop playing about with angels or whatever you get up to pass the time in eternity.
You’ve stuffed up big-time this year with the bloody virus so it’s time to make amends. You’re on notice mate.