Me, a member of the Falloonian intelligentsia? Someone who travelled
through three galaxies to reach your puzzling planet? Too complicated? Someone
who can speak fluently in over 6,500 of your languages, some of which are
spoken by fewer than 1,000 people. That doesn’t include dialects. I can even
understand and translate rural southern English, although I do have trouble speaking
it, and the Falloonian Elders claim I’m making it up.
Too complicated for me? Why I have more cognitive capability
in less than a tenth of one of my three brains than he has in his whole puny
cranium. Too complicated? Here you have a creature that can instantly compute
loci to thousands of planets in over 200 billion galaxies.
One religion in one country in one planet in one galaxy of
the known universe? How hard could it be?
“Then explain to me,” he says, “how the official religion of
a major political party in the most powerful country on our planet has selected
Rick Perry to explain the mental workings and purposes of its god Jehovah, who created
those 200 billion galaxies.”
“Rick Perry?” I says.
“Rick Perry.”
“The Rick Perry?”
“The Rick Perry.”
“Let me make sure,” I says. “The Rick Perry who couldn’t
name the three government agencies he would abolish if he were elected president?”
“The very one.”
If you’ll excuse me, dear friend, I have some studying to
do.
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