Dear Mercurially Merciful Lord:
O Lord, we come before you today because we are sure that, by now, you know that Brother Pat Robertson has turned to you in solemn Christian prayer to beseech you to kill off a few Supreme Court justices that have rudely treated folks Pat hates with some respect. With atypical candor, Brother Pat is calling this a "prayer offensive." Indeed, it is difficult to imagine a more offensive prayer, O Lord. Ever helpful, Brother Pat hints: ``One justice is 83-years-old, another has cancer and another has a heart condition."
Call us timid, O Lord, but it makes us rather nervous when a man who just went through a bout of prostate cancer thinks it wise to ask his Creator to start going on a killing rampage, targeting people with cancer and heart conditions. After all, who will run the country if you take Dick Cheney from us? We are further concerned that you might respond to Brother Pat's imprecatory prayers in that mischievous, ironic way of Yours and, well, kill him, too. It is with your delicious penchant for technically giving people what they pray for in mind (like when John Kennedy, Jr. screamed: "Lord, do something to shut up that damned braying cokehead in Row A!") that we grow concerned for Brother Pat's safety.
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