I Say A Little Prayer For You...
Here's some more profound stupidity for you:
Americans' health care costs are skyrocketing, it takes me a month to get an appointment with a physician, emergency rooms are jam packed - and yet a majority of Americans say they prefer God over the words and actions of medical professionals.
Listen people, if that's the case - would you mind staying home and praying, rather than clogging up the hospitals and doctors' offices and driving up my health insurance premiums?
Better yet, how about asking God to do a better job in the first place? I mean, maybe if he actually had any power (or existed) to begin with, everyone wouldn't be dying of obesity, war, famine, disease, murder, drugs, and disaster, thus eliminating the need for these know-it-all doctors with their fancy PhDs, sipping their lattes while they tell you you're going to die of injuries sustained when you wrapped your BMW around a Hummer doing 90 mph while talking on your cell phone and eating a Big Mac.
Actually, they're probably not telling you so much as telling your family while they adjust the tubes in the braindead body that once belonged to you, but which is now being kept artificially alive, while your family's hope is being kept artificially alive by the prospect of divine intervention. If you were a dog, medical advice would be good enough to end whatever suffering you may be going through - in addition to the astronimically high costs that are compounding with every fake breath you take. But since you are one of god's two-legged inventions - the kind that has opposable thumbs and can speak a language that other humans understand - you are likely doomed to the Terry Schiavo treatment until someone comes to their senses and puts a proverbial bullet in your head. Mercy for Eight Belles, prayers for you.
Or how about this charming story:
After denying Javon Thompson food and water for two days because he wouldn't say "Amen" after meals, the 1-year-old's caretakers waited for a divine sign that their message had been heard: a resurrection.
That story is brought to you by 1 Mind Ministries, led by a woman who calls herself Queen Antoinette. I don't see what everyone is all worked up about. She was simply putting the beliefs of a majority of Americans into practice, relying upon God to sustain or resurrect little Javon even when any competent medical professional could have told her that was impossible.
Religion: It's all fun and games until little Javon doesn't rise from the dead.

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