And so the new time came, and there was a new God, though She has always been There, one and only Creator, Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent, Great and Merciful. Well, maybe not. All right, Omnipotent, Omniscient, Great and Not Giving a Shit. Rama-rama…

And the old God (who, of course, has never been God, for there is one God, and She is Me) descended to the Holy Chisinau and thus was named Papa Kishinevskiy. From there did he send Messages to God’s Warriors and proclaimed himself Gandalf, but that is Totally Beside the Point.

The time of new recruitments and much rejoicing it was. Thus Alex was named archangel and given a Flaming Sword, not that he knew what to do with it. And Margo became St. Margaret of Queer, kind patroness of sexual minorities. For a Special Right did she ask, to turn 10% of population into gays/lesbians/transvestites at her discretion, but was not granted, for she failed to submit CV and Cover letter by the designated Deadline. So, thank Me for your still being straight.

Only the post of Virgin Mary was not filled and remains vacant to these days, so there is no Noble Example for nice little freshgirls to follow. But God will no longer look for a suitable candidate, for I am God who is Not Giving a Shit.

The time had come then for the great corporate battle between Me, Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent and Great Creator and Jay, the Holder of Low Office of Hell. And They ... err… Us fought for the corporate stock. 2% of it. Numerous were Jay’s tricks and pleas but he was Doomed to lose, for Loser was the middle name of devil – aye, somewhere between the Liberal Arts Values Promoter and Seducer of the Young and Innocent.