Before creation, the angels were panicking in heaven as God hadn’t been seen for days.
Finally, Michael finds her and asks her what she has been doing?
“I created a world of balance. For every good there is an ill.”
Michael wonders and marvels at the blue-green marble, eventually finding a land of unparralled plenty and beauty. “So who lives here then? They must be pretty rotten” says Michael.
God replies, “oh that ends up being Canada. They have some false starts, but they are among the kindest and most generous of the people I have created.”
“But where is the balance in that? A beautiful land with great people?” Asks Michael.
“Wait till you see the bastards I put next to them.”
Before creation, the angels were panicking in heaven as God hadn’t been seen for days.
Finally, Michael finds her and asks her what she has been doing?
“I created a world of balance. For every good there is an ill.”
Michael wonders and marvels at the blue-green marble, eventually finding a land of unparralled plenty and beauty. “So who lives here then? They must be pretty rotten” says Michael.
God replies, “oh that ends up being Canada. They have some false starts, but they are among the kindest and most generous of the people I have created.”
“But where is the balance in that? A beautiful land with great people?” Asks Michael.
“Wait till you see the bastards I put next to them.”