Of course, we had one of many Weekend Uproars this morning (oh, SNL is starting in a bit, isn’t it?).
Here’s the scene: I’m in the rocker reading a deliciously funny book; my mom’s on the computer studying the budget; my dad’s trying to fix the handle on the sliding back door again, because it’s constantly being broken somehow. The kids are both out. Everything is calm and quiet.
Suddenly, my dad throws down the tools angrily and stomps through the kitchen, to the garage. He yells loudly, “FUCK IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” And then we hear crashing sounds, like things being thrown around, knocked over, and broken.
Then he stomped into his room and was singing something in a loud, taunting, annoying voice. I couldn’t make out any of the words. And finally he came out and said in that Voice of Pissed-Off Arrogance, “OOH, he was a REALLY nice person, WASN’T HE!?”
We’re like, “Who?”
“JOB!” he said. “JOB was a really nice person! Oh, but he loved God, though, didn’t he? He went through ALL those tribulations, just because he loved God! And God REWARRRRDED him in the end, didn’t he!?!?”
Neither of us said anything. That’s pointless in these situations.
And then he’s back with the tools and the door, just muttering, “Job loved God so much, he killed his whole family, and God blessed him for it—gave him another one! Just gave him another one. He was a really nice guy. God loved Job! So this means that if somebody came in here and started abusing all of you, oh well that’s fine, I should just let it happen, because God’ll give me a second family, a better one this time! Ohh, we have a really good God, don’t we? Some God.”
I’m Ginny, and this has been Weekend Uproar. Tune in tomorrow—the stories never end.