The voice in the whirlwind

I understand there are tornadoes in the vicinity of Crawford Texas as I write this. Our Warpresident/decider has taken refuge in an armored vehicle, something I've been told is the dumbest place to ride out a twister which could easily pick up an SUV and toss it into the next county. One would think that a real Texas farmer or at least someone who has read the Wizard of OZ would have a storm celler, but Bush is neither and after all, who could have suspected a tornado would hit Texas much less a hurricane hitting New Orleans.

Of course being as religious as I am, I believe that tornadoes and hurricanes and most natural displays of awesome power are the will of God and if God isn't yet telling Bush his days are numbered, perhaps he is at least clearing his throat.

Why now? Becuase as I read in the Daily Kos, Bush's brown shirts have intimidated the scientific community into lying about the age of the Grand Canyon. That Noah's flood, for which there is not a shred of evidence anywhere in the world carved this trench through a mile of granite and hard shale in a matter of a week or so some 6000 years ago is now the official story. Never mind the vast amount of precise data which points elsewhere and never mind that history itself shows a continuity of civilization through the alleged period, we have to surrender our minds to the idiot prince in Crawford.

As I said, God is clearing his throat and although I can only guess what he will have to say to the psycho in Chief, it may have something to do with bearing false witness by testifying against God who may or may not have written the books other idiot princes turned into the Bible, but sure did write the rocks.

So listen up, George and pay attention to the voice in the whirlwind all you book worshipping literalist vermin. Your days are numbered and the number is small and your time is short.