I Am God by Zach (pick your favorite last name) (free e books to read TXT) 📖

energy plants, making hundreds of children sick. I have to do all of this so that one day he achieves enough power to run for President, where he almost wins against one of the most peace-filled, greatest Presidents America will ever know, a man who will give the country eight years of amazing, loving growth, but he only will win if his main opponent is suddenly brought up on charges of fraud and illegal toxic dumping when a whistle blower from one of his companies gives him up to the federal government. All of this so a great leader can get into office, chosen by a country of voters who wanted something other than a children poisoning thief. It’s all about the sacrifice. The whole “you have to break some eggs to make an omelet” strategy.
Say whatever you want about me. I’m not here to be judged. I don’t have a boss to answer to that’s breathing down my neck. I am the boss. The buck stops here. So shut up. I know what’s best. Trust me. Or don’t. Doesn’t matter.
Who’s important and who’s not? What’s priority and what’s trivial? These are the situations I have to debate. Who gets salvation early and who gets it during their last breathe. Fair has nothing to do with it. It’s all about who I happen to be paying attention to.
And the prayers. Oh, people. If only you knew how much your prayers didn’t matter. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t ever hear any of them. It’s not like you automatically get a direct line to me if you kneel, close your eyes, and put your hands together. I don’t think so.
Faith though is a different story. It’s odd, everybody who at least believes in me on some level, whether it’s consciously or subconsciously they have this like, certain glow to them, like a bright shining florescent light bulb. But that’s not something that I personally pay too much attention to. Maybe other Gods have played favorite with the folks who worshipped them, but not me. I give everybody I can a chance, no matter how bright they’re glowing.
I really don’t blame people who don’t believe in me. I’m sensible, I know how hard it can be to live as a grown adult and still believe there’s a magic something up there pulling the strings, looking out for you. It’s almost like believing in the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus or the tooth fairy. Things you can’t see or hear just don’t have the same resonance when you get older and the world turns more black and white.
But don’t fear. I’ll take care of you. If you happen to show up on my radar I will try to be fair and loving to you. Even if you’re horrible.
Like the crazed inmate from a Hong Kong prison who slaughtered his whole family with an axe while high on drugs, then went over to his neighbor’s home and set it ablaze while they were asleep inside. I make sure he doesn’t get raped while incarcerated. I keep him out of harm's way during a violent five day riot. I let him get the transfer to a safer prison. I even allow him to escape, giving him the chance to go to his grandparent’s home to say he’s sorry for all the havoc he created. Then I make him have a heart attack right before the police kick in his door to capture him. No rhyme, no reason. Only my version of what is fair. Sorry. Actually I’m not.
Or the rapist in Nigeria, I give him victim after victim until he finally gets one that reminds him of his mother. A moment that gives him an epiphany, changing his life to become a missionary who will save ten different villages of people. Then I give him cancer of the penis.
It is what it is.
Then there’s the hurricane I cause in Cuba, killing hundreds. But I save tens of thousands when that tragedy forces the government to use the funds they were going to provide for a violent civil war to restore the damaged cities.
This is how it goes. Tit for tat. Or tat for tat for tit for tat. Whatever. Contradictions are what rule the universe. No sense in trying to make sense out of nonsense.
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Publication Date: 11-28-2011

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