Last night tornado's hit the American Midwest again. Currently the death toll stands at 9 but will surely rise. Watching the news reports and the interviews of survivors, inevitably there is someone who thanks god for his good fortune of not loosing his house or his life. This has always struck me as strange every time there is a natural disaster. So how does that thanks to god go?
"Dear god, I'm not sure why you sent the (insert disaster here) that wiped my small town off the face of the earth but thank you for killing the Jones instead of me. I always thought Fred was a shifty character and up to no good and his young wife was probably not much better, and their six year old holy terror of a son, things will be a lot quieter around here now. Oh and thanks for not destroying my house even while all the homes around me where blown off their foundations. I guess you must like me better than all my neighbors."
I guess it's just me but thanking god for your own good fortune while so many around you have suffered tremendous loss is like thanking a terrorist for executing "the other guy".
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