Strolling down a lonely road I spot God walking towards me. With shiv in hand, I shank Him right in the belly, whispering, "That's what You get for making me."
"Me dammit!" He exclaims. "I'm not doing anything wrong but *I* have to pay the price for others' sins.
This has to stop or no one will be left alive!"
"You may not be interested in politics but politics is interested in You," I drolly reply.
"This is so frustrating! I have to be free to live my life!"
"Welcome to the party, Pal."
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