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I Hope To God That You Don't Have To Find Out Whether Or Not I Am

For your sake, Sam, I hope you don't have to find out but I'm not going to let you pretend that you pieces of shit deserve anything you go out of me and yes you had better pay it back retroactively.
Hym "I hope to God that you don't have to find out whether or not I am. The God that I don't actually believe in. The only thing they're proving here is that you wouldn't even spoken to me if someone told you not to. And if only people knew that the REASON that people are ranting to themselves in the street is that they are resisting communal mind control intented to keep them from... Doing what? Not 'murder kids.' That isn't it. Keeping them from having it too easy? This is your obtuse kike way of saying 'YoU'rE nOt BeTtEr EvErYbOdY.' Or to get them to do what? Be like the fucking rest of you? No because people aren't doing this to you. To NOT do that. To NOT be like everyone else in a very specific way that let's you pump them full of drugs (but not ones of their choosing) lord over their minds for all of eternity? Sounds like a kike-plan. That sounds like what a kike would do."
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The Foot of God

‘The Foot of God’, also known as ‘El Pie de Dios’, is an Australasian law enforcement technique where authorities manually yeet tonnes of fake cocaine bricks off a boat, by foot, into the Indian Ocean.

The decoy is so convincing that Cartel bosses are fooled into believing this is a ‘holy re-up’ from Jesús Malverde, the Narco Saint himself - blessing the waters with cocaína kicked out from narco heaven to bestow upon them great wealth.

Cartel hombres and soldiers rush into the ocean to gather the ‘holy offerings’, completely unaware they’re being spiritually and tactically outplayed by law enforcement.

Cartel folklore insists the ocean itself is cooperating with the Policía.

ORIGIN:

Pioneered by a law enforcement operative known only as ‘Fryzenberg’.

Legend says Fryzenberg’s immense foot strength comes from his dense, shimmering pelt, flowing like a Friesian’s mane, and quadriceps so powerful that a mere twitch of the muscle causes transnational crime organisations to lose structural control of their sphincters.

Fryzenberg reportedly met his demise in a stationary car crash, an event many believe was retaliation by a Cartel Sicario at the behest of Malverde.
Example (1)
“Bro, this cocaïna is straight trash.”
“Yeah, no shit — it’s Fryzenburg’s.”

Example (2)
“Yo, hombre, did Malverde come through?"
“Nah, homie. No holy drop. That was Fryzenburg dropping Policía decoys from boats.”
“Shiiiit, hermano... you telling me we crossed the ocean for fake bricks?”
“Sí, cabrón. We got smacked by The Foot of God. Pack your soul and toothbrush - we're headed to La Cana.”

Example (3)
“Ese, did Malverde bless the water?"
“Nah, homie. Foot of God, we're cooked!"
‘Putas!!!!’
The Foot of God by AllShitsAside January 12, 2026

The Image of God: The Tales of Mr. Nortreus (2025 Novel)

The Image of God: The Tales of Mr. Nortreus is a children's and religious fiction novel by Werley Nortreus published in 2025.
The Image of God: The Tales of Mr. Nortreus (2025 Novel) was published in 2025.

The jammie god

It is a number 36 to the powers of omega
The largest number is the jammie god

Where-Is-Your-God Fallacy

A dismissive rhetorical move, often used in debates about religion or spirituality, where someone demands physical proof of the divine—"Where is your God? Show me!"—as if the absence of physical evidence proves non-existence. The fallacy lies in demanding a kind of evidence that the claim, by its nature, doesn't offer. Spiritual experiences aren't physical objects; divine reality, if it exists, may not be empirically accessible in the way rocks and trees are. The demand for physical proof of non-physical claims is category error dressed as skepticism.
"I tried to explain my spiritual experiences. Response: 'Where is your God? Show me a photo!' That's Where-Is-Your-God Fallacy—demanding physical evidence for what may not be physical. Spiritual claims aren't scientific hypotheses; they're about meaning, experience, and transcendence. Demanding empirical proof is like demanding to hear a painting. Wrong tool for the domain."

Oh my God it's Russell Crowe!

Something you say when you disagree with the level of excitement, intending to imply that the people around you are being mindless.

Reference from South Park episode S06E05 where a fictional Rusell Crowe beats up a person for yelling excitedly "Oh my God it's Russell Crowe!"
Wow there's two people in this class of 50 people... with the SAME birthday!

Oh my God it's Russell Crowe!