God hand picked me to show you poor fuckers how too acquiesce too plausible vernacular, undeniably articulated, unequivicatedly surmised, with the gist of the fabric of the nature of subliminal usurption. Sure he wants a little spending money once in a while but hey he's God for fuck sake. Its God Tax. The only good tax is a god tax. And for us earthy beings its a syntax or sin-tax if you will.