(Saw it at Pharyngula, and PZ has no idea of the source.)
I think there's a thought-worthy point here. Even among true believers, and excepting lunatics like Pat Robertson, who very selectively ascribes the occasional hurricane to god's wrath, about the only material proof of god being offered in the last century or so is in a toaster oven or on a griddle. Occasionally in an oil slick under a bridge.
Maybe it's entropy, or maybe the guy's just taking a break after that flurry of activity six thousand years back. But compared to the commandeering of a piece of toast, I'd be a lot more impressed if the waters of Puget Sound were suddenly to part and a bunch of teabaggers walked through. I'd go so far as to say I'd be convinced. He did it back then, so what gives?
After the mixed results of his "look, I'm sacrificing my son" ploy a couple of thousand years ago, he's just gotten progressively more apathetic about this planet. There are so many other, more pliable, populations on other worlds, many of which would be more fun to herd about and toy with.....God has gotten over us, and moved on.
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Funny, though, isn't it: god is the most prolific abortionist of all, and he's made gays since the dawn of recorded history.
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