Sunday, January 30, 2011
Anyway, the episode I was watching took place in Miami. A neighbor reported that a terrible odor was emanating from a nearby apartment, and when police came to check it out, they found three dead bodies inside the apartment (a husband and wife, both 45, and their daughter, 24), all pretty well decomposed. Homicide detectives were called to the scene, but couldn't seem to find any evidence of a murder. Then they found a note.
Turns out the deceased were fasting, as a family, as part of some religious expression of devout faith, and made a pact that they would stay locked in the apartment and not eat until God provided for them. But alas, God must not have heard them. Yet another missed opportunity for The Big Guy to prove his existence; He's an elusive one, that God fella. As Ricky Gervais has said, "God must have been too busy giving AIDS to babies in Africa" to save these retards from starving themselves to death in a country that's responsible for creating the Big Gulp and the fast-food adjective "Super Size."
I'm gonna go ahead and take the position that the world is better off without these people. Good on ya, Darwin.