The only thing I hate more than natural disasters are all these fuckwit religious types that appear after the disaster claiming prayers have been answered and miracles have been performed.
I just finished watching that video of the old lady in Oklahoma who finds her dog in the rubble whilst undertaking an interview. You know the one, anyway, the last things to leave her mouth are ‘Well I thought god answered one prayer, to let me be okay, but he answered both of them’.
Your almighty, all-loving god just took more than a hundred lives, devastated whole towns, and left thousands of people without a home.
But it’s okay, because you have your fucking dog.