Et tu, deus?

[Trigger warning for fat hatred and eliminationism]



In case you missed it, a hurricane struck the Eastern U.S. this week (Canada, too, although barring some sort of constitutional amendment, they don't have presidential primaries coming up).



Michele Bachmann spent yesterday in Sarasota telling folks that Hurricane Irene was evidence that God is pissed. If you're going to send the message that tropical weather is a sign of the end times, what better place to do so then the subtropics?



As it turns out, the problem isn't that I'm queer. Rather, God is all pissy because I'm a public employee. I work for the government, which according to Bachmann is on a "morbid obesity diet":

I don’t know how much God has to do to get the attention of the politicians. We’ve had an earthquake; we’ve had a hurricane. He said, ‘Are you going to start listening to me here?’ Listen to the American people because the American people are roaring right now. They know government is on a morbid obesity diet and we’ve got to rein in the spending.

Me: Et tu, deus?

God: Adipiscing adipiscing in e!