I’d imagine God is like your grandfather who goes out and buys a shitty Compaq mini-tower from Staples and calls you 59023572 times a day to figure out why the internet isn’t automatically showing him full-length movies on demand, and you find out he’s got the ethernet jack plugged into the phone line and doesn’t even have dialup service set up. A couple months later you find his browsing history is full of links to shoddy black girl anal porn sites.