Young boy in The Democratic Republic of the Congo: Hello God God: Hi there Boy: yeah, er some mercenaries came to out village today. God: uh huh Boy: yeah, they were under the rule of a local warlord. Were kind of caught in the middle of a civil war here God: right, and? Boy: well, my uncle hid me and my four year old sister under the bed and went out to placate them. They beat him and hacked his limbs off...then they came into our home and raped my mother. Then they eat her to death. Then they dragged my father into the road and beheaded him. They came back into the house and dragged me and my sister out and forced me to watch as they threw her on a bonfire with all the other infant girls. Now Im being forced to join them on pain of death. God: okay. Boy: Im just wondering if you could take time out of your day redirecting phones and making cars stall to do something about it? God: Sorry, I only work for self obsessed delusional folks who see my face in everyday objects and believe I actually give a damn about whether you live or die. Boy: can you at least help me make sense of this? Can you at least point to a reason for all this senseless violence? God: Yeah, its good for your soul, or something. Get off the line kid, Ive got rich folks with proper churches to look after.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 16:14:02 +0000
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