Okay, so rather than address the disastrous lack of planning in our state's sprawl-ification, on Tuesday, Governor Sonny Perdue held a prayer rally at the state capitol in an effort to coax rain from the sky and end Georgia's catastrophic drought. And what do you know, God came through.

And as faith, nature and/or God would have it, Georgia did indeed get some rain. Since church and state held their intervention, a quarter of an inch to an inch of rain have fallen across northern portions of the state, according to the National Weather Service.

Unfortunately, as many of you know, God can be kind of a jerk. He pulled into Atlanta in His Hummer limo, got out, dropped about .25-.75 inches worth of rain (our reservoirs are down about 16 inches on average), jumped back in the car, and drove away, talking on His cell phone the whole time.

So basically, Georgia's Heavenly Father is the Michael Lohan of deities. He turns up and gives the minimum amount of help He can get away with (while calling as much attention to Himself as possible), then goes on his merry way. Apparently, He loves us just enough to torment us, unleashing a brief spattering of rain and then turning into a celestial equivalent of the Soup Nazi from Seinfeld, "No rain for you!"

Maybe He really is a Republican.