Pennsylvania Apocalypse?

Today he shall be lifted up and tomorrow he shall not be found, for he is returned into his dust and his thought has come to nothing

I Macabees 2:63

Pat Robertson is the best argument there is against the existence of a deity that is involved in the world, much less one who punishes us for wrongdoing.  

If these were the days of Sodom and Gomorrah, Robertson would long since have been consumed and his followers changed to pillars of dung.  As you read here back on September 6th, Robertson steals from the charities he promotes and owns and uses the money to run mining operations in Africa that exploit the people of those countries.  He’s been caught at it. He’s taken funds that he was directed by the courts to give back to charitable uses and spent the money on his propaganda operation The 700 Club, where people are exhorted to give more money to his “charities.”

Robertson regularly blasphemes the God he exploits to scare people into supporting his corrupt enterprises by proclaiming that God drowns the pious and the profligate alike for, never mind what Jesus taught, tolerating “sinners.”   Since eight Dover Pennsylvania School Board members lost their positions yesterday the Hermann Goering of God has been threatening that city with fire and brimstone.  Never mind that he never quenched the fires of Auschwitz or saved one child from starvation or AIDS in Africa; God will be so upset that people are told the demonstrable truth that he didn’t make Adam out of mud or create the plesiosaur and the spirochete all in the same day, that he will destroy sections of Pennsylvania.

"I'd like to say to the good citizens of Dover: if there is a disaster in your area, don't turn to God, you just rejected Him from your city," Robertson said on his daily television show broadcast from Virginia.

"And don't wonder why He hasn't helped you when problems begin, if they begin. I'm not saying they will, but if they do, just remember, you just voted God out of your city. And if that's the case, don't ask for His help because he might not be there," he said.

Perhaps there is a deity who gives us lessons in justice and perhaps when Pat Robertson dies (may my mine eyes behold the Glory) sprawled on the soiled mattress of some sordid motel with an underage boy, his crooked enterprises will dissolve and his followers wander off to some desert place to perish while awaiting his return.