Talk With God

God came to me during my siesta this afternoon. She whispered softly in my ear, and, once I awoke she congratulated me for not letting myself get fooled by the "religio-industrial complex" (the term is hers but she gave me the copyright in perpetuity throughout the universe).
I was still sleepy and in agnostic shock so 'Dig' was all I could say. To be honest the word "say" is too strong a term to describe the grunt that dripped out of my mouth. But I digress.
The message that her Divine Grace wanted to put out was that, contrary to my conviction that it was only weather patterns that determined Katrina's path, the hurricane's path was indeed divinely ordained. At the risk of offending Her Divine Majesty I asked if she was pulling my leg. Fortunately for me she wasn't offended. She's got a good sense of humor and she just pulled my leg off at the hip, then reattached it. It was at that point that all doubt vanished and I took what she was trying to tell me more seriously.
The gist of what She told me is that the Holier-Than-Thou crowd has her seeing red; so she aimed Katrina at the Gulf Coast's red under-belly. She must have read my mind, or maybe she put the thought there. All I know is that as I was wondering whether she would take it as an affront if I questioned the fainess of hitting them below the Bible Belt she said that all's fair in love and the war against religious intolerance.