Well here goes...
For anyone who thinks that God was on vacation Tuesday September 11th, 2001, this should change your mind. For those of you that know that God was busy on Tuesday, this will confirm it.
Dear Family and Friends,
I had a very dear friend question my faith in God right after the terrorist attack on America. Her question was simply put, "Where is your God today?" She was very hurt, as all Americans
( and sane people ) were, so I tried not to react defensively
(here the stinking Faither is placing their 'faith' above the true suffering of a poor person!). Since that moment I have prayed and grieved over the disastrous events.
However, I believe I have the answer. I know where my God was the morning of September 11, 2001! He was very busy.
First of all, He was trying to discourage anyone from taking this flight.
(well that obviously didn't include the psycho muslims then and I think even the odd Atheist or 2 would have listened to a bit of advice, no?)Those four flights together held over 1000 passengers and there was only 266
(Atheists) aboard.
He was on 4 commercial flights giving terrified passengers the ability to stay calm.
(Why oh why didn't IT give them the ability to frigging FLY, or Super Strength to over power their attackers?) Not one of the family members who was called by a loved one on one of the high-jacked planes said that passengers were screaming in the background.
{that's called being in a state of shock! Or being taken by surprise!}On one of the flights he was giving strength to passengers to try to overtake the hijackers.
(what's this then a race to smash into the towers first - god's speed!)
He was busy trying to create obstacles for employees at the World Trade Center. After all only around 20,000 were at the towers when the first jet hit. Since the buildings hold over 50,000 workers, this was a miracle in itself. How many of the people who were employed at the WTC told the media that they were late for work or they had traffic delays.
( haven't you heard of flexi-time and lazy bastards syndrome?)
He was holding up 2-110 story buildings so that 2/3 of the workers could get out. I was so amazed that the top of the towers didn't topple when the jets impacted.
(yeah you and the conspiracy nuts! WHY didn't IT simply BLOW the plane off course with a gust of holy wind - this guy's full of it with enough to spare!)
Although this is without a doubt the worst thing I have seen in my life, I can see God's miracles in every bit of it. I keep thinking about my friend and praying for her every chance I have. I can't imagine going through such a difficult time and not believing in God. Life would be hopeless.
(Hopelessness is knowing there are tossers out there who value 'faith' above 'life' and kid themselves that an IT that they believe can construct the Universe and cares about Us would ever let religious terrorists kill innocent people.)
But hey, they'll all have a laugh and a giggle about it up in heaven:-
Victim of 9/11:"Do you remember that time I burned alive 'cos you smashed a plane in my face?"
Muslim 'religious' terrorist {has to shout to be heard over the moans of pleasure from his 72 'virgins of victory'}:-
"Oh, yeah. Mind you I have to admit to shyting my pants that day."
Victim:"I forgive you..."
Musi Terrorist:"Thanks Mukka. If I ever get the chance to test your faith I'll do it." (slurp, slurp).
Victim:"Pass me a virgin..."
Muslim terrorist:"There's none left, they've all been shafted..."
Victim:"YEAH! I know how they must feel!"
The Grave: Proud to be British and Proud to support The United States Of America in it's battle against religious terrorists...
Like Spock said, "fascinating".
