Pat Robertson: Oh Lord! In the name of Jesus and all that is righteous and good, I beg you to answer my prayers.
God: Okay, okay. I heaaaaar you! Who's there?
Robertson: Lord, is that you? The King of Kings and Lord of Lords? The God of eternal judgment and everlasting mercy? The Host of Heaven, who sees all, knows all, and hears all prayers?
God: I am what I am, as the Good Book says.
Robertson: Lord, I believe that's "I Am Who Am."
God: Whatever. I just got back from vacation. What can I do you for?
Robertson: Well, Lord, I've been trying desperately to reach you for the past month or so..
God: I told you, I've been away. I was visiting the saints: St. John and St. Thomas, and I then sailed over to St. Martin and St. Barts, and then down to St. Lucia ..
Robertson: That's wonderful, God, but we need you back here at home.
Robertson: Here in America, you know, the "city upon a hill"? We've got a crisis that needs immediate divine intervention.
God: Heavens! Is it a plague?
Robertson: No, Lord, worse. It's a moral crisis.
God: Oh, I see. Is Disney World sponsoring another "Gay Days"? I've told you, I don't mind keeping the rain away from church picnics, but I'm not going to rough up Orlando over a few rainbow flags.
Robertson: I'm still a little sore about that, Lord, since you mention it. I warned Disney World that if they welcomed homosexuals, then Orlando could expect the kind of hurricanes, tornadoes, meteors and terrorist bombs that gays typically bring about. But you did nothing, which kind of makes me look bad, Lord.
God: When did I ever?
Robertson: Well, there was Sodom, Lord. That's where we get the word sodomy, after all. And you diverted that hurricane's path from my headquarters in Virginia Beach straight into Fire Island that time.
God: I had taken a condo in Virginia Beach that week. Fire Island was just an unlucky bounce.
Robertson: You nearly wiped out San Francisco with that earthquake in 1906. It was just a hundred years too early.
God: Look, I'm out of the city-destroying business. Everytime I do that recently, the Mob makes a killing on the reconstruction contracts.
Robertson: I'm not asking for a city. It's just a few people we need out of the way. The Supreme Court justices have taken another step toward turning America into Sodom, and I'm trying to stop them in their tracks.
God: What's the Supreme Court? Sounds like something I, the Supreme Being, should join..
God: Let me get this straight, Pat. You want me to rig the highest court in the land?
Robertson: Well the court has been no friend to you. Since 1962 it has made a series of rulings separating church and state, ruining this Christian nation. They banned statues of Jesus in public parks. Now they want to make gay sex legal!
God: No more judges for me. I used to raise up judges, before your time. Ehud, Deborah, Gideon, Jephthah and Samson-upright and wise leaders who governed Israel and defended her against her enemies. What a headache. No one likes judges. Did the people obey them? Hardly. So I made kings. But a king is useless. He spends most of his time chasing women.
Robertson: But Justice Stevens is 83! He should be playing bingo in an old folks home, not shaping the law of the land.
God: Tell that to Methuselah. Not that he was a bad bingo player. Besides, what am I supposed to do? Rough up an old man?
Robertson: You don't have to inflict anything. Work with what you've got. Ruth Bader Ginsburg had colon cancer surgery four years ago. Can't you put her out to pasture with a little recurrence?
God: Take it from me. As a policy, don't mess with Jewish women. Look what happened to Holofernes.
Robertson: But Scripture clearly says, "I will punish them for their wicked ways and requite them for their deeds."