You May Not Be Listening, Lord, But My Bosses Are.

Dear, God,

Are you there? I'm not sure. But I'm sure my bosses are there. "Here," I should say. I'm looking at my log of visitors to this blog. On October 29 and 30, my "Why I Love Vermont Yankee" prayer had 55 "visits" from Entergy, which, as you in your all-knowingness know, owns Vermont Yankee. It even had 7 visits from Burson Marsteller, which oversees Entergy's public relations and which a quick check of Wikipedia tells me was once employed by the Argentinian military junta of General Jorge Videla. Wikipedia also says that, during that particular general's reign, 35,000 people "disappeared." This year Burson Marsteller is representing Blackwater, the security contractor in Iraq whose employees are alleged to have mistakenly killed 17 Iraqi civilians last month. Saudi Arabia hired Burson Marsteller after the 9/11 attacks to polish its image which was, of course, briefly tarnished by the fact that almost all of the hijackers were Saudis. I don't actually know whether any of these claims about Burson Marstellar are true. They're all from Wikipedia and, well, you know Wikipedia's dicey reputation for accuracy! But, dear Lord! This means they're talking about me in beautiful conference rooms in New York City!

God, I know that pride is a sin but I always wanted to visit New York and now, when I do, I'll be a celebrity of sorts. Also, it suddenly occurs to me: Every time I click "post" on this prayer blog, my corporate superiors and their high-priced consultants seem to dive towards their computer monitors. They probably also begin to pray. Increasing prayer among those people is something about which you would allow me to feel proud, yes?

I'll be clicking "post" again soon, Lord. Thanks for your support and thanks for listening if, indeed, you are.

Fake-Rob