The only way I can get by in this world is to absolutely believe there is no God.
If there IS a god, and he’s in charge, he is a mean, stupid, narrow-minded, cruel, cowardly, vicious bastard. He’s a bully and an asshole. He has a nasty sense of humor.
All I ask, after I die, is fifteen minutes fair fight with him in a small room. I’d like to kick the bastard bloody if I had the chance.
Master of the Universe, my ass.
I wonder if St. Peter will take odds?