God's bazooms are huge. They tower over the world. God's a big black
woman, I think we all know that. your typical white man, bald with
glasses, 40ish, nondescript suit, pinched expression, only yearns to be
cozzled within that vast heavenly cleavage. Yearns for 40odd years.
Ultimately he will be, no doubt about that. whether he's a sinner or a
saint.

Actually, the truth is: brace yourself kids: the truth is that sinners
go to heaven, and saints go to hell. It's what they need, and it's
their payment. Sinners need comfort and forgiveness, and saints need to
fuck around a bit. Heaven and Hell are like a couplea club meds -- that
is, the former's Club Med, the latter's Hedonism. Hedonism 666. like a
Disney Cruise to Hedonism.

Like a Disney cruise to armageddon. That's American World. our
materialism is the coin of the realm. We'll snarf up the earth. We'll
maw it up in huge machines. We'll reform it into bright, kitschy
consumer goods. Armamerica. Armagerica. And Americanheaven is got
bright colors, each area painted with a different mood-attenuating hue,
no sharp corners, soft indirect recessed lighting, and cool attendants
in white smocks who (every single one with Angel stitched in curlicue
over the pocket) will, if you wink at her right, give you a kiss and a
handjob in the utility closet.

God sees all, though. But she's smirking knowingly. She's cool! God's
cool! Who the fuck ever imagined!