It did make my craggy face soften a bit, but I feel bad for all the people who are discovering today that they apparently couldn't pray as hard as Auntie Em.
My compassion is not a pie, and does not get used up, like my patience does. I cried about this stupid wee dog, because the lady looked so flippin happy, I cried about Sandy Hook, I'll probably cry more tomorrow.
I couldn't shed a tear because I was too busy eye-rolling. Sweet little old lady kept going on and on and on about the good lord answering her prayers...
Next time, pray that your vindictive god doesn't throw crazy fucking tornadoes at your town in the first place.
I was more touched by the reports of children being pulled alive and unscathed from the debris this morning and hearing the death toll lowering.
But that's just me.
I like people more than dogs.
I have not watched it.
I, too, am Charles Mudede.
Next time, pray that your vindictive god doesn't throw crazy fucking tornadoes at your town in the first place.