Another major airliner crashed two nights ago and they’ve yet to find the wreckage. And while no-shows are common for most flights, one man who got too sick to board the doomed airliner was sure that in this one case it was god protecting him (a god who didn’t appear to care about the other 162 passengers):

An Indonesian man scheduled to travel on the missing Air Asia Indonesia flight with his family has thanked God that chance led him to cancel their tickets just a day before it disappeared. … ‘Our lives have changed. We are so grateful. We have an opportunity to be the best people we can and to help others. We are so thankful to God,’ he said.



Saying thank you to god in a circumstance like this is like sending a note of gratitude to a serial killer for killing the family the next door instead.

Seriously, how do you thank god for saving you without following that to its logical conclusion: god could’ve saved each and every one of the 162 other people on board, but didn’t. God was ok with them dying. But you? You’re just too fucking special.

Religion of humility. Right.