Who made the feet? Who made the moon? Who made the laws of physics? How about getting really freaking... DIVINE?
Screw that. I’m not feeling Devine, I’m feeling murderous. I come home every single day after work and watch myself, my father, my grandfather, and my son’s ridiculed and spit upon by the media and the Left. I’m not concerned about fairness. I’m concerned about slaughtering my enemies.