Wishing and hoping and....

You know the gypsies,they were smart people-may be a little eccentric and unclean and illiterate and may be even a brief stint as conmen but(And a big BUT -FACE is made by the narrator) smart they were.Apparently they cursed by saying "May you get what you wished for"...ooh yeah ,they were the Firsts to recognize the sense of sarcasm the God person possess(besides the power to live forvever,do anything,be anywhere and play a little -collect the souls-with 666 till 'the End').
Not that one should complain to be at the recieving end of such a well worded cursing,but we humans who are made as the cheap pirated pop up version of God can't be smart enough to handle the granted wishes.And it would be so God-like to expect us to handle that,i mean we were sitting of tree tops ,warding fleas and eating bananas not that long ago...we just evolved from literally going -for-bananas to the figurative going bananas(For those of you who are dissappointed at the way life worked out for humans, you can always console in Darwins Evolution theory -Thinking Genesis to be responsible for speaking apes ,not that comforting,we wouldn't want that!we can blissfully blame the science).So as we seem handle everything else in the manner beffitting the most evolved life form on planet Earth(the 3rd rock from that big star with 8 or 9 or 10 rocks around it...for all ya outsiders) ,i expect nothing less while handling wishes that came true.May the moronity continue its path till the End

*For those of you who don't see a point in the blog----good observation skills
**For those who actually see a theme...i promise i will work even harded to write about nothing the next time...its a work in progress

*For those of you who know i do exist in the real world (the non-matrix one you geeks),i am now ready to spread the whack at XIMB*

Now it is such a bizarrely impossible coincidence that anything so mind-bogglingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as a final and clinching proof of the nonexistence of God. The arguement goes something like this:
"I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing."
"But," say Man, "the Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED."
"Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't though of that" and promply vanishes in a puff of logic.
--THGTG