Whoever said “God don’t make no mistakes” obviously has never seen me in the nude. The proposition that an omnipotent, kind and loving deity descended from on high and carefully gathered the resources necessary to erect a walking talking replica of divinity on earth and further, that I am the result of thousands of years of a continual and on-going refinement of that sculpture, strikes me as missing the mark somehow. Consequently, I have come to consider the possibility that we are the result of ancient alien intervention. This makes more sense. It explains so much. It is exactly the kind of absurd notion that can be nothing but absolutely true.
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