All of the gods from all of the universes were having one of their regular conventions, and the main topic was what to do about the god who, for the first time in eternity, had obviously gone insane. They were discussing some of the unimaginable things he/she/it had invented and inflicted on his creatures, such as war, racism, rape, childhood diseases, etc.
They had a Prime Directive that no god could interfere with the universe of another god, but this one was causing so much suffering that they were considering removing him.

I guess I should update the story. Where the original ended with the gods preparing to take a vote, this one could end with one saying, "OK, we have to act quickly. Now he has gone and created something called a Trump......"

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You don't have a copy somewhere, that I could read?

Maybe this evil God has turned himself into the evil trump, and even the devil is fighting him...

Naw, that would NEVER work.
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The elders speak of those long ago times as “The Sixties,” those it was probably early 70’s.

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the Age Before Cable...

A dark, dark time in American History... NOT!

(I'm also one of those "ancients," because I remember watching first run episodes of I Love Lucy!)
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when we had two stations to choose from. Much better than having 400 stations, and can’t find anything you want to watch.

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that were on 24/7, showing all kinds of crazy movies like, "My Boyfriend Was a Teenage Werewolf."

They were the A&E of their day.

(the movie I mentioned doesn't exist, but Cowboys Vs Dinosaurs does)
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Born 1951, our first TV had an NBC and a CBS station, and that was it. By the time I was 10 or so I think we had a few more choices.

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I know what you mean.
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I didn't know he had one in his garage, or was he just smoking pot?
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actually wrote the above while it was playing, and thank you!
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A painter, a sculptor and a civil engineer, all men, were all in a bar, discussing the true profession of God.

"God is a painter," said the painter.
"How do you figure?" asked the other two.
"Only a divine painter could have imagined the lines of a woman's face to fascinate us throughout the eons," he said.

"No, God is a sculptor," the sculptor said.
"How do you figure?" asked the other two.
"Only a divine sculptor could have invented the exquisite contours of the female body," he said.

"No, God is an incompetent civil engineer, a total failure at his job," said the civil engineer.
Stunned, the other two asked, "how do you figure?"
He answered, "only an idiot civil engineer would have deliberately run a waste water canal right through the middle of an amusement park."

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Sorry, but I don’t get it.
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Only an engineer would put the bathroom so close to the playground.

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I still don’t get it.

What’s any of that got to do with God?
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I’m sorry again, but you guys told that joke very badly.
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On the bright side, it elevates you into the 1%.

If that helps?

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I figured that part out, but I’m also not a big fan of sex jokes, and I apologize for saying that it was told badly.
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