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Castor and Pollux Raise a Little Cain
Leroy, I’ve never been particularly religious. I’m not saying I don’t believe in a higher power, but the last time I had an honest, one-on-one conversation with the Big Man was probably at the height of that firefight outside of Ia Drang.
…why are there no jet fighters circling overhead to bomb the aliens into submission? Why are there no National Guard troops on the ground opposing them? God, what I wouldn’t give right now to have George Washington in command of an eclectic brigade of brave accountants and financial advisors. Or Paul Revere, riding on horseback, yelling a rallying cry to a ragtag group of lawyers.
Father, tell me the truth. I know that Jesus forgave that thief up there on the cross with him when they was crucifyin’ him. But he didn’t do anything nearly as bad as me, did he? I don’t mind tellin’ ya. I’m scared, Father. Do I have a snowball’s chance in Hell at redemption?