Then [Elijah] went up from there to Bethel; and as he was going up by the way, young lads came out from the city and mocked him and said to him, ""Go up, you baldhead; go up, you baldhead!''

When he looked behind him and saw them, he cursed them in the name of the LORD. Then two female bears came out of the woods and tore up forty-two lads of their number.

To summarize: A mob of little kids teased Elijah - kind of a Cooter-level major recurring character in the Old Testament - and God immediately had forty-two of them murdered.  And he didn't just regular kill them, he had them bear-mauled to death.  The primary component of G.O.D.'s failed business plan was mocking God herself [I'm just kidding: himself -ed.], so anyone with any knowledge of history is only surprised that the consequences weren't both swifter and bloodier.  

Between their employer's name, its offices in an old church, its highly subversive Last Supper promotional photos, its Bible satirizing press kits, and all the bravely confrontational E3 Jesus costumes that I'm sure scandalized the powerful "your Grandma" lobby, G.O.D. employees should thank whatever pan-denominational bullshit Unitarian false idol they won't admit to praying to when the airplane hits bad turbulence that most of them got off with just losing their shitty day jobs.  If your preferred method of acting tough is to beat up the myths people create to give them comfort when everyone they love eventually drops dead, at least pick one whose motto isn't "turn the other cheek."  Pussy.  I've said it before, I'm saying it now, and Marvin tells me I'll say it again: If the G.O.D. people want to really tempt fate and show some truly ballsy impertinence for once, a good name for their new DVD magazine would be "Fuck You Islam".