CHICKEN SOUP

Well I've been pining for the din of a  roosters pre-dawn cacophonous, caterwauling, barking dogs, bad mufflers,chaotic bus rides and the smell of burning garbage and diesel fuel.
Is it fall already???????

Speaking of the rooster and it's daily symphony, I have always been amazed that the lowly chicken ever survived the evolutionary process. How could an animal that announces it's position at such a voluminous degree, on a daily basis, to every would-be predator either past or present, not only survive, but flourish as it has?
To all you Soulless Darwinists out there I can only say with the same vigor and obsessiveness that you attach to your ideological malfeasance with regards to the non-existence of a higher power, that evolution is not an exact science, and the proof is in the pudding. Or in this case the chicken soup.
Only a God cold have fucked this up so precisely.
Yes these are the same Deities that gave us teeth that don't last as long as the rest of our bodies.
 Who said that Gods don't have a sense of humor.

Sometimes we tend to assume, { those of us that aren't going to hell anyway} that God must be an all knowing and above the imperfectous maladies that are ever present in our own psyches, {those of us that aren't going to hell anyway} that we often tend to forget some of God's forays into the bizarre universe of the macabre. The Duck Billed Platypus??? C'mon.
This thing is just an uncreative use of spare parts. Put a little thought into it at least.
We expect, {those of us not going to hell anyway} more from our Gods than to just phone it in for God's sake.

And as far as God being completely well adjusted, I'm sorry but I must take issue. One only has to read the Old Testament to understand how impetuous our Big Kahuna can get.
I'm angry so I think I'll flood the earth, and leave one guy and his family left to sort it all out.
I'm so mad I'm not even going to help him build a boat for all the animals that "I" want left kicking around after the dust settles.

Did he even ask Noah what "HE" might have wanted on his, {one can only assume} reluctant voyage. The man was a goat herder for God's sake. Noah knew as much about deep water sailing in stormy conditions as a Bedouin camel jockey.
Talk about your poor choices. But I suppose when your having a bad century with your own creations behavior, a kill them all and let God figure it out milieu might seem appropriate.  
Not on my own Son's worst day, even as a pre-adolescent, could we see this magnitude of bad behavior, and hissy-fitting.
Talk about your over-reacting.

"WHAT IF GOD WERE ONE OF US
JUST A SLOB LIKE ALL OF US"

PRAIRIE OYSTER

I'm sorry I seem to have gotten a touch of the  Ramble Verbitis today.

RAMBLE VERBITIS:
NOUN:
A noninfectious temporary state of insanity brought on by unknown sources resulting in an excessive, unnecessary use, and or, abuse of the subjects native language. Flu like symptoms and other manifestations of abnormal behavior generally abate when subject finds something more productive to do with his or her time.

See: Unbridled Mental Meandering