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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Dear Satan

Hey guy, how are you? I'm doing okay. We never have really talked much but I just thought I would drop a line to you and see how you're holding up. How's that whole leading mankind astray thing working out? I'm sure it's going just smashingly; I mean after all the "bible" says that you're the best at that kind of stuff, huh?
TRY HARDER!

I mean you never really killed anybody in that book and god killed millions and you never really did anything of note really according to the Jewish and Christian books but you have that darned reputation. How DID you get that by the way? You don't seem like such an overachiever or even an achiever to me. I tell you at times I question whether you actually exist or if the church needed somebody so bad to scare people into temples and churches they created you out of necessity for control. I never heard of you leading a crusade or raping a child or bombing a building. Oh, but that's right you work invisibly kind of like a fart. You know you are there but just can't see you. You can pretty much just ignore or explain away a fart as the dog or the next guy in line at the grocer. You are kind of like a Christian fart really; not harmful or maybe not even there but everyone is scared of being in your "cloud". If I didn't know better  would call bullshit on the whole idea but that book says your real.
Gotta believe that book you know?
Is he blocking a fart or savoring "W's" ass?

I'm almost done but I will say this, I did want to bring up the question as to why you could think that you were going to get away with the whole "taking over heaven" thing when god would have known when he created your weak sauce ass that you were going to do it and would have made you a hell ( heehee ) of a lot less of a threat, I mean why even make you anyhow if he knew you were gonna do that? Then blames you when you act exactly like he wanted you to in the first place. Oh he is so crazy, isn't he. Almost absurdly so.

Gizeroon
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