In the year 2006, the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in the
United States, and said, "Once again, the earth has
become wicked and over-populated, and I see the end of all flesh
before me.
Build another Ark and save 2 of every living thing along with a few
good humans."
He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, "You have 6 months to build
the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40
days and 40 nights."
Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his
yard - but no Ark.
"Noah!" He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?"
"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah, "but things have changed. I needed
a building permit. I've been arguing with the
inspector about the need for a sprinkler system. My neighbors claim
that I've violated the neighborhood zoning laws by
building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations.
We had to go to the Development Appeal Board for a
decision.
Then the Department of Transportation demanded a bond be posted for
the future costs of moving power lines and other
overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark's move to
the sea. I told them that the sea would be coming to
us, but they would hear nothing of it.
Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting
local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to
convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the
owls - but no go!
When I started gathering the animals, an animal rights group sued
me.
They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will.
They argued the accommodation was too restrictive,
and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined
space.
Then the EPA ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd
conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed
flood.
I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights
Commission on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for
my building crew.
Immigration and Naturalization is checking the green-card status of
most of the people who want to work.
The trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to
hire only Union workers with Ark-building experience.
To make matters worse, the IRS seized all my assets, claiming I'm
trying to leave the country illegally with endangered
species.
So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to
finish this Ark."
Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow
stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and
asked, "You mean you're not going to destroy the world?"
"No," said the Lord. "The government beat me to it."
Friday, March 17, 2006
A GOD'S MINUTE THAT EVEN A NON-BELIEVER WOULD ENJOY!!!!
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