I am not a very religious person.

I rarely turn to a higher power for advice or solace.

The only time I invoke God’s name is during the fourth quarter 2 minute drill of a NY Giants game when winning is the only thing.

In the wee hours of Saturday morning I had an epiphany.

Perhaps this Coronavirius affliction was sent from above to defeat Agent Orange.

The higher being realized that earthly mortals had royally screwed up and that the disciples just could not organically rid themselves of the Orange Plague.

Divine intervention was badly needed so she sent down a scourge on the world, praying that this would enlighten followers and non-believers to the fact that the Orange Plague had blinded the populace and they must now see the light in order to survive and move forward.

Satan’s envoy has initially won the battle, but his ill- equipped bastard son will ultimately lose the war.

Every morning in elementary school we were made to recite the Lord’s Prayer…“Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil.”

I balked, believing that prayer did not belong in school, always paying minor lip service, but now I get it.

Translation…please, extricate us successfully and quickly from this pandemic crisis and inspire all Americans to flock to the polls on Election Day and vote to rid the world of this evil, “nasty, horrible” orange curse, ultimately delivering us from evil.

Amen.

And, for God’s sake, spread the hell out and respect the 6 foot edict.