'"Well, nice try," he said in a completely different voice, "only it won't be like that at all. Not really.
"I mean, you're right about the fire and war, all that. But that Rapture stuff--well, if you could see them all in Heaven--serried ranks of them as far as the mind can follow and beyond, league after league of us, flaming swords, all that, well, what I'm trying to say is who has time to go round picking people out and popping them up in the air to sneer at the people dying of radiation sickness on the parched and burning earth below? If that's your idea of a morally acceptable time, I might add..."'
The notion of the Rapture strikes me as the ultimate schadenfreude delusion. Really.
And then happening upon this in my rounds of catching up on the webcomics ...
marriedtothesea.com
I'm pretty sure I prefer Mr. Gaiman's and Mr. Pratchett's version of things, but I have a soft spot for Natalie and Drew. And life sucks enough that Republicans would bring about an apocalypse.
It made me think of that magic line from Doctor Who, but I'll mess with it to make it work--
'Don't you think he looks tired?'
And if you can't guess who 'he' is, you're not trying hard enough.
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