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Mysterious Ways

It is all over but for praising God!  God told Michele Bachmann--actually, he tugged at her heart--indicating it was the right thing to do.  Michele is going to be our next President! 


It doesn't seem fair to all the others.  Someone must have tipped off Donald Trump.  The Donald is a powerful man, but he is no fool.  You cannot trump God and his heart-tugged Belle, Michele.  


I really don't quite understand these Divine Endorsements, if you will have the truth.  I thought Mike Huckabee was doing the will of God the last time around, but he got cut off at the pass.  And the winner--You remember him?  The Muslim?  The Black Kenyan guy?--had endorsers, but God wasn't one of them.


I don't suppose it makes any sense, but is this just a Divine Prank?  Maybe when God endorses candidates--tugs at their heart strings, encouraging them to run--he is just trying to teach them a lesson, or something hilarious, like that.  Obviously, God knows beforehand what the results of the election are going to be!  He isn't stupid about these things!  So why does he tug candidates into the primaries, telling really nice people like Our Belle that it is her time to go for it, if he really knows she isn't going to win?  


It baffles me.


And God seems to endorse more than one person at a time for the same office!  Tim Paw, as lenty likes to call himself, is just as God-fearing as Michele, although he may not be quite as homophobic (He is young, and still learning).  In fact, Tim may be from an even bigger church than Michele!  Several thousand, I have heard.  Maybe God doesn't really care:  "God for it, Michele!  Go for it Tim!  May the best man . . . woman . . . win!"


But God knows the results already!  He knew them right from the Foundations of the World, and from Our Founding Fathers Who Fought Tirelessly to End Slavery, at Concord, Vermont, or somewhere, according to Michele.  Why is he messing with these people's minds?  God knows they aren't both going to be President!


"Mysterious Ways" is what I call it!  God acts in mysterious ways.  None mysteriouser than the way he tugs at Michele!  
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