An Open Letter to "god"

Dear God,

If you exist, what the fuck are you doing?

Let me warm you up with a short story:

A Holocaust survivor dies of old age and arrives at the gates of Heaven.

He meets you and tells you a Holocaust joke.

You say, “That’s not funny.”

He gives you a side eye and says, “I guess you had to be there.”

Yeah. That’s where we’re starting.

So tell me, what in the actual fuck are you doing up there while suffering is at an all time high down here?

Children are writhing in agony from third-degree burns and end-stage cancers. Not just a few. Not just here and there. It’s record-breaking. Right now. Right this moment. As I write this. As you watch.

Foster kids ripped from homes, cuffed, and tossed into cargo vans.

Farm hands are being treated like violent criminals.

Criminals hold seats in politics and government at record levels.

Floods sweep away families in their sleep.

Campsites turn into muddy graves.

Rain falls on cities like judgement.

At least 150 species vanish every day.

And you?

You’re either watching like a voyeur sadist, ignoring us entirely, or were never there to begin with.

….and honestly at this point, it’d be more disturbing to find out you do exist.

Are we really that insignificant to you?

Don’t feed me that “tests of faith” bullshit.

Spare me “mysterious ways.”

Level with me… Give me the straight dope.

Why are you such a fucking heartless asshole?