Continuing a conversation that has been going on for more than two decades between Your Favorite Columnist and the Almighty.
YFC: Yo, God! Where you at? The Heavenly Hall seems to be empty.
God: Stop shouting, Sonny. I hear you. I’m in the crapper. This irritable bowel syndrome is a killer.
[Sound of flushing.]
YFC: You have IBS?
God: It’s one way I keep in touch with human suffering. Builds empathy.
YFC: Amazing. Do you have any other ways you keep in touch with human suffering?
God: I watch “The View.” Let me tell you — a shriekfest.
YFC: I had no idea. Anything else?
God: I became an Eagles fans this season. What agita. Aspirations went from Super Bowl to Toilet Bowl. Human suffering like this I haven’t seen since the Inquisition.
YFC: Do you know who’s going to win today’s game against the Giants?
God: Do they call me the All Knowing for nothing?
YFC: Give it up. I can make a killing at the sports book.
God: WTF! You think I’m a tout?
YFC: Sorry, no offense meant. Not to change the subject, but can we talk about the condition of the world?
God: You said not to change the subject, Sonny, but then you changed the subject.
YFC: As I’ve asked in the past, please don’t call me Sonny. And the “not to change the subject” is just an expression.
God: Excuuuuse me. I thought you were Mister Wordsmith.
YFC: I am, but this was just a spoken expression. Don’t get on your high horse.
God: That’s how it starts, with an “expression.” The next thing you know, you are plagiarizing. Have you ever plagiarized anything?
YFC: Never. The worst I’ve done is make shit up.
God: Aha! Like what?
YFC: Like this interview. But let’s get back on track. Give me a grade for the condition of the world.
God: C-.
YFC: That’s a pretty low grade.
God: Have you read a newspaper lately?
YFC: Of course.
God: You must be the only one. Jesus Christ! Ooops. I mean, by all that’s holy, the Grim Reaper is mowing them down in Ukraine and the Middle East, my home field.
YFC: Your “home field”?
God: It’s an expression, like you said before. That’s where my son was born, Bethlehem.
YFC: Why don’t you stop the wars?
God: I may have mentioned this before: Free will. Terrible mistake. I listened to a smart aleck cherub. And Putin — he’s from the devil, my old pal Lucifer. You notice Putin never ages? That’s a tell-tale sign.
YFC: How about Israel?
God: Sonny, you ever catch one in the chops, a real sucker punch that drops you to your knees? That was Oct. 7. Hamas is also from the devil.
YFC: Is Israel overdoing the retaliation?
God: Who am I to judge?
YFC: You’re God! Of course you judge! Remember Sodom and Gomorrah and that time you destroyed the entire freaking earth in a flood?
God: You make a good point, Sonny. Let me put it this way — it’ll be over soon.
YFC: Soon?
God: If Zelensky gets all the arms he needs, but the Republicans seem to have a grump against him. Maybe because he’s Jewish.
YFC: Because he’s Jewish? Do you believe that?
God: I thought we got that anti-Semitism crap out of our system, but the word hasn’t reached the Ivy League. I thought it was only Asians they didn’t like.
YFC: Do you listen to music?
God: Why do you ask?
YFC: This year was the 50th anniversary of hip-hop.
God: I thought you said “music.”
YFC: What about politics, can we talk that?
God: Sure, Sonny. The civilized world is turning a bit right, because of bad economy, and the arrival of immigrants who don’t share their values. You know, way back at the beginning, the earth — my creation — had no borders and some think we should go back to that.
YFC: Don’t call me Sonny, and, are the Open Borders people wrong?
God: Kind of. Remember the free will thing? Well, I also went along with different languages. It’s bad enough men and women don’t understand each other, but you throw in the Hottentots, Albanians, Spanish and people from Kensington — it’s a hot ghetto mess. Can I say “Ghetto?”
YFC: Who can stop you?
God: Have you met the wife? She’s more opinionated than Taylor Swift.
YFC: That’s crazy, God.
God: Shush, for crying out loud. She’s got ears like a Doberman.
YFC: Who will be the next president?
God: I’ll tell you next year, but it won’t be Vivek Ramaswamy, that little cocker.
YFC: What do you think about AI? Some people think it will replace our need for you.
God: Allen Iverson? He’s retired. No worries there.
YFC: Let’s wrap this up. What else is on your mind, what’s the view from 30,000 feet?
God: I hate that “view from 30,000 feet” crap. I am way higher than 30,000 feet. I also hate “inflection point,” “reckoning,” and now “fraught” is giving me a pain in the tuchas.
YFC: And that brings us back to IBS. Thanks, God.
God: Have a Happy New Year, get rid of your Septa tokens, and take the Niners in the Super Bowl. Don’t tell anyone I said. Capeesh?
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