I'd start with the Pope and work my way down.
I'd gather up every priest and spiritual leader loyal to me
(by whatever name) and tell them the jig is up, no more speaking for me. I'd tell them to turn all of their money over to charity, and then have them make more money for more charities by selling the properties and artifacts they've built for themselves through the last couple millenia. If they want their reward to be in heaven, let them truly act accordingly.
After that I think I could maybe summon up the Holy Spirit, in the form of those tongues of flame, and have 'em systematically destroy all the religious symbols people have been wasting their time with. I don't care if they can spend five minutes of their day talking to a piece of wood or even a Sunday each week singing out of tune songs with their neighbor. I wanna see them
live the life, not feel righteous for squeezing me between their vices.
Now, seeing as how I'm God, I don't imagine the Pope and spiritual leaders would take me more than a couple hours. Anybody who raises their hand or interrupts can go bust Satan's balls for all I care. And with the Holy Spirit running my errands on the symbolism, I've still got another 20 or so hours to work with...
Time to hijack the networks. I'll show the world some "must see TV"
First things first: I'm playing the role of a disappointed parent. Yeah, my kid said a lot of good things about love, but that shouldn't win him a popularity contest over Jerry Garcia by any means. I am glad people like him, and I'm proud he got everybody to stop howling at the moon and all the other nonsense they subscribed to for a while there, but he couldn't hold a candle to some of the truly great thinkers I put here. Besides, he wasn't that good of a kid. People read but three years of a grown man's life, naturally omitting puberty and his twenties, and they think he's a saint!
Yeah, so I've got their attention now. It's Monday and God's on the television. Suddenly that Rams game people stayed home for yesterday wasn't as good as they remember. Nobody had better change the channel; first person to even
think about the remote is getting hit with eternal reruns of last year's Saturday Night Live.
Jesus thought he was hot stuff with that loaves and fishes trick, but giving it away didn't teach the hungry to fish. Enough with the parlor tricks, I'm going to feed their minds. I figure between omniscience and omnipotence I should be able to piece together a comprehensive program of worthwhile philosophy, a little skit to remind them that there's more to life than
me, me, me or trying to find some ticket to heaven. I'm not saying brown nosing doesn't have its pluses, but when it's coming from some 4 billion people? Enough's enough.
Now, I'm sure some people won't care too much for my show. They may watch it to oblige me, but that doesn't mean they're going to invite Adam and Eve out of the alley to live in that extra bedroom nobody's stayed in since they bought the house 10 years ago. I won't force them to, either. But that's not to say I won't scare the bejeezus out of 'em just for good measure. I'll whip me up a few million wicked horses out of the oceans
(I always liked those Greeks) and pay a bunch of honest carnies to ride through the streets acting like the four horsemen for a while. That should inspire some of the holdouts.
We're not rushing things, though, so our broadcast and our sideshow friends probably took up another 4 hours or so. That leaves us with about another 16 hours. Not too shabby.
What to do about some of these cults we have running around... after all, not all of them have cable so there's probably several thousand still running around castrating themselves, waiting for the "mothership" -- oh, and don't worry, we'll get to the X-File fans all in good time. Dealing with the cult fans right now, I think I'll put a universal sale on Jell-O, send a few comets orbiting the earth 'til I'm done and let the city workers sort 'em out for me.
It may take a couple hours to stir in all the poison and pass around the Dixies
(cups), but setting the gears in motion probably won't take but 10 minutes of my day. We're flyin' here!
The truth isn't out there. It's right here. Yeah, the geeks had it right, there are other lifeforms. I'll drop a few tapes in the mail to satisfy the really obnoxious ones. Once they see how hideous the women are a few solar systems over they'll go back to their internet subscriptions and leave me alone. Twenty minu... scratch that, there's a lot of 'em. Better make it an hour.
AIDS. It's a title as catchy as the disease itself. But, as much as I do like good advertising, this little bug just has to go. Scientists still argue over whether or not a virus is a life form. It is. And man, oh man, should you see 'em cry when you rip apart it's RNA. Don't cry for them, though. Besides, I think we can all agree this one deserved it.
It turns out cancer serves somewhat of a purpose. Since it isn't always fatal it can really build character, and you should see some of the before and after stories of honest to goodness pricks. That being said, there have been some unfortunate casualties from this one. So, to rectify the situation I'll loan the docs a good recipe for curing it. The Angel of Death can handle finding the a--holes who do deserve it.
AIDS and cancer. Whew. These things aren't easy even when you are omnipotent. They probably took another good 5 hours of our time. By my calculation that leaves us with another 10 hours; gotta remember we lost that other one dealing with those seeking the anal probes.
Free love. I never said anything about marriage. Hell, Abraham pimped his own wife out and shagged a mistress right out in the open! I'm all about sex, but let's think before we hump, people. From now on condoms, pills and shots are 100% effective. To be honest the rhythm method ain't a bad way to go... most of you just wouldn't know rhythm if it sat on your face. You think all that other stuff was going to clear problems up? Wait 'til you see what guilt free sex does for the world.
Because there's so many of you, I figure the BC will probably take another hour. But I'll throw in another hour to provide women with easier orgasms. I'm an equal opportunity deity after all.
"You say you want a revolution?" Alright, you've got it. And in less than 24 hours no less. I think I'll spend the remaining 8 hours on a beautiful beach admiring the work of my predecessor for a while. Who knows, maybe before he gets back I'll call up a ghostwriter and dictate a brief biography of all the things I accomplished in but a single day. Boy... I can only imagine what I might have done with another six days...
Edited to add: I could probably spare an hour or so reworking the physics of all those nuclear weapons the world over, too. I'm thinking a really big fireworks show... maybe for my last hour on the beach. Sound good to you?