(Tip o' the hat to Lily Coyle, who was apparently the first person to recieve Ol' Scratch's message.)
The way you put it, making a deal with me leaves folks desperate and impoverished. Sure, in the afterlife, but when I strike bargains with people, they first get something here on earth -- glamour, beauty, talent, wealth, fame, glory, a golden fiddle. Those Haitians have nothing, and I mean nothing. And that was before the earthquake.
Haven't you seen "Crossroads"? Or "Damn Yankees"? If I had a thing going with Haiti, there'd be lots of banks, skyscrapers, SUVs, exclusive night clubs, Botox -- that kind of thing. An 80 percent poverty rate is so not my style. Nothing against it -- I'm just saying: Not how I roll.
You're doing great work, Pat, and I don't want to clip your wings -- just, come on, you're making me look bad. And not the good kind of bad. Keep blaming God. That's working. But leave me out of it, please. Or we may need to renegotiate your own contract.
Best, Satan
Oh so true.
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There is an old saying, can't remember it's origin or the author and I paraphrase; "There is a demon in hell, sitting on a rock, weeping over the wickedness of men". Good ol Scratch, I mean Pat, is a prime example of this. Satan doesn't have to do much but sit back, watch and laugh.
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I was pointed to this post by a friend because I responded to Pat Robertson's nonsense on my own blog. This has made me laugh out loud. Well done. Sooner or later, these peddlers of misery for their own gain, cloaked in the name of religion or philosophy, will become extinct. On the current form though, I think we're in for a long wait...
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