Divine explosions and heavenly hypocrisy
Nothing warms the cockles of the soul quite like a US senator thanking the Almighty for precision-guided missiles reducing buildings, and presumably people, to dust in a sovereign nation.
Bravo, Senator Kevin Cramer! Peace Through Strength? More like Peace Through Shattered Skies. How pious to tag God in a statement celebrating bombs, the ultimate “thoughts and prayers” for the victims, I suppose.
The irony drips like napalm: invoking divine grace while applauding the very violence that renders children fatherless and hospitals ashen. And #GodBlessIsrael? How thoughtful! Nothing says divine solidarity like outsourcing destruction to an ally while hashtagging holiness.
The Lord works in mysterious ways – like blessing F-16s mid-flight and ignoring the screams beneath them. Cramer’s prayer is the ultimate contradiction: a hymn to the God of Mercy, sung over the roar of engines delivering death. Next tim, Senator, spare us the celestial fanfare.
If heaven’s blessing smells like cordite and scorched earth, perhaps the angels are wearing camouflage.
