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Today I’m reaching out electronically to say that I no longer communicate by cracker.
In 1985 I rolled out the short-lived “God is in the cracker, God is in you” campaign using the Goldfish, which has been around since 1962, but I quickly realized that the cracker was immensely popular with kids who wouldn’t recognize a sign from Me if I slapped them across the face with it. Not that I would ever do that. Not myself, anyway.
My staff noticed the surging sales of the tasty cheddar snack before they realized that parents were mindlessly throwing them at their children to get them to shut up once in a while.
“Mommy, where does daddy go after work and why do you yell at him so much?”
“Um, how would you like a SpongeBob marathon and a giant bowl of Goldfish.
Amazingly, Patti Burke, a full-grown human, eats them one at a time–inspecting each one–on her way to consuming two to three pounds of Goldfish every week. (This is what happens when I allow humans just a tiny bit of freewill.)
“He is still in our life every day, and He wants to show that to His people,” Patti told a local radio station.
Well, not quite every day. I do take time off from running the world because, well, it’s a lot of goddam work. I screwed up the world centuries ago and it’s taking me, like, forever to get things back to an acceptable level of stability.
So, Patti, I’m not in your life every day and if I wanted to get in touch with you I wouldn’t send you a cracker-gram for chrissake.
I’d be all up in your face with a “I’m God, Beotch! Here I aaaam. Suck iiiiiiiiit!”