Experience has taught me that when someone brings “God’s favor” into business this will usually end in bad business. I still remember the guy who talked me into buying a lemon for a car in Birmingham. Alas, I was young and innocent. The guy fast-talked me into a shit deal while praising Allah all the way into it.

Many years later and for an entirely different reason I had to hire a lawyer in a country far far away. The guy’s Viber avatar was a picture of Virgin Mary. Who does that FFS? I should have known immediately but failed to address the signs. Needless to say the interaction didn’t end well for me on the financial part…

So, these days, every time a public servant is telling me that my son’s adoption is to be praised as a “God favored act” I get a bad feeling. I have heard the same expression quite a few times now and almost every time I hear it from someone who’s preparing to fuck me.

So, to be clear you sadistic bastards. I don’t need to hear that any sort of God, Osiris or Holy Spaghetti Monster is looking favorably upon my family’s struggle to persuade the Greek State that we are worthy of being registered as a family. Especially I don’t need to hear it moments before you hit me with yet another shitload of absurd bureaucratic horror. I don’t need to hear it when all you care about is getting rid of the miniscule amount of responsibility your position as a public servant still requires you to handle. I don’t need to hear it especially from you. Your loathsome inaction, your paleolithic inability to deliver on the simplest of tasks are harming my family’s interests. I don’t need to hear your hollow praise. All I need from you is to do your fucking job.

It is a strange one this God you worship. He nominates you as his messenger to deliver the divine news of his “holy” favor. And at the same time, he nominates you as the smitter of my “holy” cause.

I am sorry to say but your God sounds rather unstable.